I Want You #35 Rodney Crowell

Daddy bought you like a toy
Mama taught you to be coy
Make your bed down in the dirt
Bow your head, lift your skirt

From your lips to my ears
All down through your tender ears
A poor little rich girl, junk food heiress
Born in forth world, raised in Paris
Well, listen honey, screwed the money, I want you

Something changed you, laid you low
[Incomprehensible] your senses, made you slow
Wrote your name down in the book
State the claim on how do you look

I can't blame you if you think that
Tie you to the kitchen sink
Drain your pockets, drink your blood
Drag you through the muck and mud
Must be said, you made your bed but I want you

It's the way your hair falls in your face
And the way you move from place to place
It's the way you wear your curse
As if there could be something worse than