"Slut Child" by Psychefunkapus  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