St. Genaveve, St. Genaveve,
It's Guenevere. Remember me?
St. Genaveve, St. Genaveve,
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 Geneveve, St. Geneveve,
I won't obey you anymore,
You've gone a bit to far!
I won't be bid and bargained for
Like beads at a Bizarre.
St. Geneveve, I've run away
Eluded them and fled,
And from now on I intend to pray
To someone else instead.
Oh Geneveve, St. Geneveve,
Where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Geneveve, sweet Geneveve,
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 ... ETC.
(::LawrencRJ@JUNO.com::)
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