I Want More lyrics

(San Francisco & New York version lyrics appear to be the same)

Claudia:
Don't chastise me, I'm a child
Acting as a child does.
You blind me with lifeless dolls
When what I want is blood.

You took me from the streets to complete this union
Do you expect some little saint, kneeling for communion?

I want more!
I want mo-o-o-ore!

Look at you, you disapprove
Like two fussy mothers
Who are you to criticize the habits of another?

Did I rock the family boat
by dining on the help?

Aren't I just the little beast?
Well, I can't stop myself!

I want more, I want mo-o-o-ore!

I don't want their milk and honey,
They can keep their fine herb teas.

I don't need their chocolate hot and sweet,
It's thick and red for me.

For everyone that comes along, knocking on this door,
Don't blame me, it's your fault, that I want more!

Louis: (spoken)
My darling, it's not your fault. It's Lestat's.

Lestat: (spoken)
My fault!?

Louis: (spoken)
You're not loving enough to her.

Lestat: (spoken)
I give her everything her black little heart desires, and still she does this!

Claudia:
Look at me, I'm so sweet,
I'm innocent and charming
But all you see is some spoiled brat,
A child so demanding

Don't fuss so!
You both know the rapture of the bite.
Is not monstrous,
It's just Claudia's healthy appetite

And I want more!
I want more!

Should I be the little miss,
And while away the hours?
I think not, I'd rather hunt
Then cut up paper flowers.

Thanks to you, the things I do
Verge on the obscene
What a pair of hypocrites
Well this cat wants her cream!

I want more!
I want more!
I want mo-o-o-ore!

Lestat: (spoken)
You're too lenient!

Louis: (spoken)
You're too cold!

Lestat: (spoken)
She needs to be punished.

Louis: (spoken)
She needs love and kindness.

Claudia:
I wonder through the streets at night
and find a charming couple
Who fear that such an angel lost,
Could find herself in trouble

They can't resist my trembling lip
My eyes so filled with tears
They rest my head upon their neck
'Oh Dear'

Mo-o-o-ore!
I want more!
I want mo-o-o-ore!

I don't want their milk and honey,
They can keep those fine herb teas!

I don't need their chocolate hot and sweet,
It's thick and red for me.

For everyone that comes along, knocking on this door
Don't blame me, its your fault,
That I want more!

I want mo-o-o-ore!

I want more!
I want mo-o-o-ore!

I want more!!