She sings along to sailor's song

In a dress that she made

When she's gone I sing along

But it doesn't sound the same.

Oh nouel, you seem so well

Sing only for me

Fickle, unchangeable

Though I may always be.

I pulled a thorn from her tiny paw

Her feet were unclean

Fetch water, blessed twice

And hand that sponge to me.

I do well to serve nouel

Whatever service I may be

Fickle, unchangeable

Weighing down on me.

She speaks a word which gently turns

To perfect metaphor

She likes to say I only play

When I know what I'm playing for.

Oh nouel, you must know me well

And I didn't even show you the scar

Fickle, unchangeable

Semper femina.

She'd like to be the kind of free

Women can't be alone

I wish I could hit the switch

That keeps you from getting gone.

Oh nouel, it must hurt like hell

When you're so afraid to die

Semper femina

So am I

She lays herself across the bed

The origine du monde

Slight of shoulder, long and legged

Her hair a faded blonde.

Oh nouel, you sit so well

A thousand artists' muse

You'll be anything you choose

Fickle, unchangeable are you

And long may that continue.

I do well to serve nouel

My only guiding star

Fickle, unchangeable

Semper femina.