I Want You - James Blunt

The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
And the cracked-up bells and washed-out horns
Blow in my face with scorn
But that's not the way I was born to lose you

I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
Honey, I want you

And the drunken politician leaps
Upon the streets 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 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 that she doesn't see
She knows where I would like to be
It doesn't matter, 'cause...

I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad

Well, I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
Honey, I want you

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