Letras
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
Honey, I want you
Honey, I want you so bad
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviours who are fast asleep, they wait for you
I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinking from my broken cup
And ask me to open up the gate for you
Honey, I want you
Honey, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
I want you so bad
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'll return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaids
She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her
She's good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see
And she knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter
Honey, I want you
I want you so bad
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't very cute to him, or was I?
But I did it because he lied
And because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I
Because I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you