I Want You

I Want You - Claus Hempler/Liv Lykke

I want you

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

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

I want you

Well I return to the Queen of Spades

And talk with my chambermaid

She knows that I'm not afraid

To look at her

But 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

I want you

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 drinking from my broken cup

And ask for me

Open up the gate for you

I want you I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you