Just down the road from Catholic school
The sly old fox, the little young fool
Look what he did
To that little kid
Now, 13's not a child in diapers,
But 13's not a woman either
Unpopular, "strange", and "pleasantly plump,"
Hair in her face, shoulders all slumped
But in the suburbs of the city,
A man finally made her feel pretty...
Look what he did
To that little kid
Deep in the woods, he would halfway undress
And teach her how to pleasure his flesh
A snow-soaked backpack beneath her knees,
She did what he wanted, eager to please
For he was her "boyfriend", her pin-up heartthrob
Not once did she realize that she had been robbed...
Look what he did
To that little kid
Look What He Did (Thirteen Years)
One day in the forest, she refused to give more
Frustrated, he told her what she really was for:
Just a discarded toy, a worthless plaything
She meant nothing to him, for he had a ring...
And when those shocked eyes started to cry,
He said if she spoke, she surely would die...
Look what he did
To that little kid
Lost in the foreign suburban streets,
She ran as fast as her little heartbeat
And as she ran from his nonchalant strut,
He screamed out that she was "the best little slut!"
...An old woman tending her prize marigolds
Looked into the eyes of this young crippled soul
Burning with shame in the afternoon sun,
All she could do was run, run, run...
When the kids found out things, they were horribly cruel...
But I guess that's the way it can be in school
She knew that one day, she'd get out of that place,
Away from the pain and the shame she had faced
For now, heart-framed names could be torn from her books,
But she could never erase that old woman's looks...
Look what he did
To that little kid
c. elyzsia 2002.
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