Let us start with a cold stormy morning
And the private eye on 8'th and 3'rd
Only moments into the morning
He watched his shiny doorknob turn
A lovely leggy lady born and raised on the farm
Thinks she knows why Johnny's away
She ain't gonna' crack the cane of her sweet, sweet sugar
Until her wedding day
Daddy's little cla**y girl
With her crocodile tears and her tender loins of tragedy
Flashy little nasty girl poisoning her prey
No physical wound to feel
But you're helpin' her to heal the pain
It won't hurt to ask her why 'cause she'll just deny
Some people say it was her daddy
Others will tell ya 'twas the town.
Believe me when I say that she ain't goin' away
Until everybody pays
Kickin' and a screamin'
Swingin' and a bitin'
With the lightning flashing away
Here comes the sore thumb
Run before she breaks a leg
A silver tongued, leather lunged, roller on the witch's wheel
Daddy's little cla**y girl
And fairy tale kisses from the Pence of Pain