[GUENEVERE]
Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
It's Guinevere, remember me?
Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
I'm over here beneath this tree!
You know how faithful and devout I am
You must admit I've always been a lamb
But Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
I won't obey you anymore
You've gone a bit too far
I won't be bid and bargained for
Like beads at a bazaar
Saint Genevieve, I've run away
Eluded them and fled
And from now on I intend to pray
To someone else instead!
Oh, Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
Where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Genevieve, Sweet Genevieve
Shan't I be young before I'm old?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Where are all those adoring daring boys?
Where's the knight pining so for me
He leaps to d**h in woe for me?
Oh where are a maiden's simple joys?
Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two knights never tilt for me
And let their blood be spilt for me?
Oh where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Shall I not be on a pedestal
Worshipped and competed for?
Not be carried off, or better still
Cause a little war?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Are these sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall a feud not begin for me?
Shall kith not k** their kin for me?
Oh, where are the trivial joys
Harmless, convivial joys
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?