Let me tell you the story of little Mollie May
Her stepfather taught her special games they could play
The man was a preacher, made her swear not to tell
He talked about heaven, but he made her life hell
Sometimes he would hurt her right there in the church
Grew up hating herself, she doubted her worth
But she knew in her heart what was wrong with her life
She swore when she got big, she'd master the knife
Fifteen, ran away, Mollie traveled the world
She was bold, unafraid, an adventurous girl
In the course of her journey, she learned many skills
In Tegucigalpa she learned how to kill
She returned home, it was on Christmas Eve
Her stepfather's eyes were too wide to believe
He went for the door, she went for her knife
And slowly she ended her stepfather's life

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