Claudia

Don’t chastise me, I’m a child Acting as a child does. You blind me with lifeless dolls When what I want is blood. You took me from the streets to complete this union Do you expect some little saint, kneeling for communion? I want more! I want mo-o-o-ore! Look at you, you disapprove Like two fussy mothers Who are you to criticize the habits of another? Did I rock the family boat by dining on the help? Aren’t I just the little beast? Well, I can’t stop myself! I want more, I want mo-o-o-ore! I don’t want their milk and honey, They can keep their fine herb teas. I don’t need their chocolate hot and sweet, It’s thick and red for me. For everyone that comes along, knocking on this door, Don’t blame me, it’s your fault, that I want more! Look at me, I’m so sweet, I’m innocent and charming But all you see is some spoiled brat, A child so demanding Don’t fuss so! You both know the rapture of the bite. Is not monstrous, It’s just Claudia’s healthy appetite And I want more! I want more! Should I be the little miss, And while away the hours? I think not, I’d rather hunt Then cut up paper flowers. Thanks to you, the things I do Verge on the obscene What a pair of hypocrites Well this cat wants her cream! I want more! I want more! I want mo-o-o-ore! I wonder through the streets at night and find a charming couple Who fear that such an angel lost, Could find herself in trouble They can’t resist my trembling lip My eyes so filled with tears They rest my head upon their neck ’Oh Dear’ Mo-o-o-ore! I want more! I want mo-o-o-ore!