She was a very lonely girl
You wrote some racial epithets
The little troublemaker
You said: I want you as my wife
Your family is in pain and strife (your family is in pain and)
Thank goodness, come and take her

Can't even fathom
Waking up the man on Sunday morning
Cooking him some breakfast, brewing coffee
Why would she do that when he's already got one foot in the grave?
I would rather kill myself than look him in the eyes and say

I want your love
I want your love
I, I, I want you

She closed windows to open doors
But they led to the gates of hell
In time, she'll meet her maker

And I can't even fathom
Waking up the man on Sunday morning
Cooking him some breakfast, brewing coffee
Why would she do that when he's already got one foot in the grave
And already bought a child to enslave?
Ha, he's seventy-three, yeah, his soul is astray
So I would rather kill myself than look him in the eyes and say
Ha, look him in the eyes and say

I want you
I want your love
I want your love
I, I, I want you
I want your love
I want your love
I, I, I want you
I want your love
I want your love
I, I, I want you