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Intro
Verse
GDon't chastise me, I'm a child
CmActing as a child Gmdoes.
GmYou ply me with lifeless dolls
CmWhen what I want is Gmblood.
EbYou took me from the streets to complete tBbhis union.
CmDo you expect some little saint kDneeling for communion?
[Pre-Chorus]
GmI want more!
BbI want more!
GLook at you, you disapprove, Glike two fussy mothers.
GWho are you to criticize tGhe habits of another.
EbDid I rock the family boat Bbby dining on the help?
CmAren't I just a little beast?
DWell, I can't help myself!
Chorus
GmI want mEbore!
BbI want mFore!
EbI don't want their milk and honey
BbThey can keep those fine herb Fteas.
EbI don't need their chocolate hot and sweet.
BbIt's thick and red for me!
DFor everyone that comes Gmalong,
EKnocking at Death's Amdoor.
EbDon't blame me - it's your fault
DThat I want GmmooEborrBbeeeDe!
[Spoken]
GmMy darling, it's not your fault. It's Lestat's.
My fault!?
EbYou're not loving enough to her.
BbmI give her everything her black little heart desires,
Fand still she does this!
FShe is trying to get your attention.
Verse
GmLook at me, I'm so sweet.
CmI'm innocent and Gmcharming.
GmBut all you see is some spoiled brat
CmA child so dGmemanding.
EbDon't fuss so! You both know Bbthe rapture of the bite.
CmIt's not monstrous!
It's just Claudia's Dhealthy appetite!
Chorus
GmAnd I want more!
EbI want Bbmore!
GShould I be the little miss
And while away tGmhe hours?
I think not, I'd rather hunt
CmThan cut up paper Gmflowers.
EbThanks to you the things I do Bbverge on the obscene.
CmWhat a pair of hypocrites!
DWell, this cat wants her cream!
GmI want more!
EbI want more!
BbI want morFe!
[Spoken]
You're too lenient!
EbYou're too cold!
BbShe needs to be punished.
FShe needs love and kindness.
Bridge
GmI'll wander through the streets at night
CmAnd find a charming Gmcouple.
GmWho'd fear that such an angel lost
CmCould find herself in Gmtrouble.
EbThey can't resist my trembling lips
EbMy eyes so filled with tears.
DThey rest my head upon their necks...
N.C.Oh, dear!
Chorus
G#mMoooErrBeee!!
I want G#mmore!
I want EmorBe!
G#mI don't want their Emilk and honey.
BThey can keep those fine herb teas.
G#mI don't need their chocolate Ehot and sweet.
BTt's thick and red for me!
Outro
EbFor everyone that G#mcomes along,
FKnocking on Death's Bbdoor.
EDon't blame me - it's Ebmyour fault
EbThat I want G#mmore!
EI want Bmoorreee!
G#mI want more! EI want Bmoorree!
EbI Ebwant G#mmooorree!