(Composição: Bob Dylan) The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn But it's not that way I wasn't born to lose you I want you, I want you I want you, so bad Honey, I want you The drunken politician leaps Upon the streets where mothers weep And the saviours who are fast asleep, they wait for you And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin' from my broken cup And ask me to Open up the gate for you I want you, I want you I want you, so bad Honey, I want you Now all my fathers, they've gone down True love they've been without it But all their daughters put me down 'Cause I don't think about it Well, I returned to the queen of spades And talk with my chambermaid She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her She's good to me And there's nothing she doesn't see She knows where I'd like to be But it doesn't matter I want you, I want you I want you, so bad Honey, I want you Now your dancing child with his chinese suit He spoke to me, I took his flute No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I? But I did it, though, because he lied Because he took you for a ride Because time was on his side Because I I want you, I want you I want you, so bad Honey, I want you
