Eternally Young

Claudia, Claudia
Father says
Will you not be gracious
And play us a song today?

Oh Father, Lover, Maker
How I resent the ivory under my fingers
Cold and hard like my skin
I'm trapped in a little girl's body for eternity.

Oh Armand, save me!
When will I look like that pretty lady?
Cut my head off with your sword
And stitch it to her full grown body.