"W-W-W-W-W" lyrics

Two, three, four

She was a very lonely girl
He wrote some racial epithets
The little troublemaker
He 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, get his soul astray
So I would rather kill myself than look into the eyes and say
Ha, look into 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