Fee fi fo she smells his body She smells his body And it makes her sick to her mind He has got so much to answer for To answer for, to ruin a child's mind
How could you touch something So innocent and pure Obscure How could you get satisfaction From the body of a child You're vile, sick
It's true what people say God protect the ones who help themselves In their own way It's true what people say God protect the ones who help themselves In their own way
He was sitting in her bedroom In her bedroom And now what should she do She's got so much insecurity And his impurity it was a gathering gloom
How could you touch something So innocent and pure Obscure How could you get satisfaction From the body of a child you're a vile, sick
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