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Two, three, four 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" "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 thе gates of hell In time, shе'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 73, 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