Rodney Crowell - I Want You #35 lyrics

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 gla** 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