| Get away, I’m warning you, while she undresses behind the door
|
| Stop staring at her like a man who’s never seen a whore before
|
| She was sixteen when Mother left her at the station
|
| Crying tears of silent indignation
|
| Then he looked at her with those eyes
|
| It was enough to make a man cry
|
| She knew it in an instance
|
| He took the Path Of Least Resistance
|
| Taught the art of surfacing with 99-proof ink
|
| At an early age she learned it doesn’t matter what she think
|
| Lock the door, strip away her virtue
|
| You’re a bastard, all she wants to do is hurt you
|
| Then you look at her with those eyes
|
| It was enough to make a man cry
|
| She knew it in an instance
|
| Took the Path Of Least Resistance
|
| What’s a little girl to do
|
| She receives a visit in the dark
|
| No imminent sign of danger
|
| But the familiar hand has left it’s mark
|
| Lock the door, lock the door!
|
| Kind words turn dirty
|
| «Promise not to say a word!»
|
| (Daddy please don’t hurt me)
|
| Then he looked at her with those eyes
|
| It was enough to make a man cry
|
| And he knew it in an instance
|
| He took the Path Of Least Resistance |