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W-W-W-W-W

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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She was a very lonely girl
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You wrote some racial epithets
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The little troublemaker

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You said, "I want you as my wife
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Your family is in pain and strife"

"Thank goodness, come and take her"

[Pre-Chorus]
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Can't even fathom
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Waking up the man on Sunday morning
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Cooking him some breakfast, brewing coffee
E                                           A   C#m         B
Why would she do that when he's already got one foot in the grave?
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I would rather kill myself than look him in the eyes and say

[Chorus]
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I want your love
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I want your love
A               C#m G# C#m G#
I, I, I want you

[Verse 2]
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She closed windows to open doors
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But they led to thе gates of hell
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In time, shе'll meet her maker

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

I want you

[Instrumental]
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[Chorus]
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I want your love
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I want your love
A               C#m G# C#m G#
I, I, I want you

C#m G# A
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I want your love
                C#m G#
I want your love
A               C#m G# C#m G#
I, I, I want you

C#m G# A
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I want your love
                C#m G#
I want your love
A               C#m G# C#m G#
I, I, I want you