Slut Child

Look into my eyes as the lights go low

can you see the perilous flame?

Take me to the place where your wild friends go

let me fill your body with shame

You can say what you want to

You can tell me that you must be free

You can say that you're righteous

but you'll always be a slut child

to me

Your mommy's in the kitchen with your dad's best friend

Your daddy's in the office with Sue - working overtime

You hear the phone ring at a quarter past ten

It's your cousin, and he's calling for you (isn't it a crime?)

You can say what you want to

You can tell me that it's not your style

You can try to play it off

But you're gonna be a slut child

for a while

for a very long while

why are you a

Slut Child

you're the kind of girl my mother warned me about

Slut Child

wearing tight jeans with the knees worn out

Slut Child

looking for adventure down the pants of a man

Slut Child

no one tries to help you 'cause they just don't understand

Oh no, they just don't understand

You took me for a ride on a saturday night

I saw your panties in the back seat

I thought it'd be cool, "outta mind, outta sight"

but the stench knocked me off of my feet!

You can say what you want to

You can tell me that you're really trying

You can tell me you're a victim

but we know that you're a slut child

and you're probably dying

dying

dying

stop crying, baby

Slut Child

you're the kind of girl my mother warned me about

Slut Child

wearing tight jeans with the knees worn out

Slut Child

looking for adventure down the pants of a man

Slut Child

no one tries to help you 'cause they just don't understand