I Want You Sophie B. Hawkins

Guilty undertaker sighs
Lonely organ grinder cries
Silver saxophones say I
I should refuse you

Cracked bells and washed out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
It's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you, mm

I want you
I want you
Darling, I want you
So bad

Drunken politicians leap
Onto the street where mothers weep
And saviors who are fast asleep
They wait for you, mm

And I'll wait for them to interrupt me
Drinking from my broken cup
And ask me
To open up the gate for you, oo

I want you
I want you
Darling, I want you
So bad