Dylan's Magic

If you do not know who Bob Dylan is.....please shoot yourself.
He is ONE artist you can NEVER get sick of hearing.

One such creation of his:

Song: I want you
Album: Blonde on Blonde

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 and I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey and 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 drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you and I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey and I want you.

Now all my fathers and 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 and 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 she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you and I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey and I want you.

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me and I took his flute.
No and I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though and because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was ON his side
And because I...
I want you and I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey and I want you

Source for the lyrics