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 innocentpure

Obscure

How could you get satisfaction

From the body of a child

You''re vile, sick

Cranberries

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

Obscure

How could you get satisfaction

From the body of a child

You''re a vile, sick

It''s true what people say

God protect the ones who help themselves

In their own way

And I often wondered to myself:

Who protects the ones who can''t protect themselves?

It''s true what people say

God protect the ones who help themselves

In their own way

And I often wondered to myself:

Who protects the ones who can''t protect themselves?

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