Get away, I’m warning you, while she undresses behind the doorStop staring at her like a man who’s never seen a whore beforeShe was sixteen when Mother left her at the stationCrying tears of silent indignationCHORUSThen he looked at her with those eyesIt was enough to make a man cryShe knew it in an instanceHe took the Path Of Least ResistanceTaught the art of surfacing with 99-proof inkAt an early age she learned it doesn’t matter what she thinkLock the door, strip away her virtueYou’re a bastard, all she wants to do is hurt youCHORUSThen you look at her with those eyesIt was enough to make a man cryShe knew it in an instanceTook the Path Of Least ResistanceWhat’s a little girl to do,she receives a visit in the darkNo imminent sign of danger,but the familiar hand has left its markLock the door, lock the door!Kind words turn dirty »Promise not to say a word! »(Daddy please don’t hurt me)CHORUSThen he looked at her with those eyesIt was enough to make a man cryAnd he knew it in an instanceHe took the Path Of Least Resistance