I Want You #35

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 years

A poor little rich girl, junk food heiress

Born in Fort Worth, raised in Paris

Well, listen Honey, screw the money, I want you!

Something changed you, laid you low

Dumbed your senses, made you slow

Wrote your name down in the book

Staked the claim on how you look

I can't blame you if you think that

I'd tie you to the kitchen sink

Drain your pockets, drink your blood

Drag you through the muck and mud

It must be said you made your bet, 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

Trapped inside a glass house dyin'

Waiting for the bricks to fly in

My, my, my...

So he left you with no God

Trapped behind that cracked façade

Had for a woman have a heart

Not too down, not too smart

All at once something clicks,

Hits you like a ton of bricks

And circumstances bent to break you

Why, oh why, would God forsake you?

Vis-a-vis, him or me, I want you!

Well, a long shot, babe! I don't care, I want you