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 life

How could you touch something
So innocent and pure, obscure?
How could you get satisfaction
From the body of a child?
You're vile, you're

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
So innocent and pure, obscure?
How could you get satisfaction
From the body of a child?
You're vile, sick

It's true what people say
God protect the ones
Who help themselves in their own way
I often wonder 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
I often wonder to myself
Who protects the ones who can't protect themselves?

Fee, fi, fo
Fee, fi, fo

Fee, fi, fo
Fee, fi, fo
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