Alba s touto skladbou:
Bury the Hatchet,
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 …
(Well, did you like?)
