I Want You #35 Lyrics - Sex And Gasoline - 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 

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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 

Trapped inside a glass house dying 

Waiting for the bricks to fly 

Oh my, my, my 

So he left you with no God 

Trapped behind that cracked facade 

Had for a woman have a heart 

Not too down, not too smart 

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I will have once something clicks 

Eat you like a ton of bricks 

And circumstances been to break you 

Why, oh why would God forsake you? 

Vis-a-vis, him or me, I want you 

[Incomprehensible] baby, I don't care, I want you