Claire Carnaby

Everyone thinks that you are such a perfect child
But darling I know the truth, there’s poison in your smile
When other people turn their backs,
Then you set into tormenting me
Your gentle voice turns cold and bitter,
As you provoke and tease.
Claire Carnaby, you know I’m never ever gonna be free
You sunk your claws deep into me and nobody can see them but me.
Now if I’d done something to make you hate me so,
Then I would apologize and we could let it go.
But I have never done a thing
To merit all this venom from you
You’re just a wicked, spiteful child
And I can see right through you
Claire Carnaby, you know I’m never ever gonna be free
You sunk your claws deep into me and nobody can see them but me.
Well you sit next to me every week at church
You’re praying so earnestly and always kneel down first
You’re lookin' just like a saint in books at Sunday school
But underneath all the paint, you’re terrible and cruel
But while you’re singing oh-so-sweet,
And praying hard for all of our sins
You grind your heels into my feet
And kick me in the shins
Claire Carnaby, you know I’m never ever gonna be free
You sunk your claws deep into me and nobody can see them but me.