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