Devil’s Child

You are the devil’s child
You are a bitch
So ugly when you were born
There is no way you could be my child

If you would like to find a man
Perhaps you should wear some makeup
Show some cleavage
Show that body we know you have

Why are my eyes blue
When yours are brown?
What will happen
If I do things that do not please you?

The temper, the rage, a fear of man
Are written in my soul
It is not guns I need to fear
When a man and his bare hands are all that’s required

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