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