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(Dylan) The guilty undertaker sighs The lonely 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 Oh so bad Baby, I want you Once a politician leaves Upon the street where mothers weep The saviours who are fast asleep They wait for you And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin from my broken cup And askin me to open up the gate for you Woh baby I want you I want you I want you Oh, so bad Baby I want you Letras de canciones 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 Baby 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 now was I I did it because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I want you, baby I want you I want you From Letras Mania