The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers
weep
And the saviors who are fast
asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from that 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 return to the Queen
of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her
She is 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
And because tine was on his
side
And because I...
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you.
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