I'll spend half my life recovering From the last thing that I said And the other half considering The next stupid thing to say I'll be damned if I'll be quiet Show I'm here by letting out a battle cry Clementine, I want you darling You scare the love out of me You're post-traumatic, unpragmatic A relic from before I could beat the symptoms every day With roses at your door Dammit, I'm okay I'll try not to relapse on our wedding day Clementine, I want you baby You get me off my knees And you wanted me, keep me- Eh-ooh Keep me from my own demise Well, you need me but I don't No, I want you and that's much better, I suppose Clementine, I want you honey You really get me