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
