Natt med A

A sover.
Hon ligger i sängen, i rummet bredvid och är vacker.
Jag sitter i fönstret med en cigarett och tänker.
Svag musik från stereon, den säger:

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.