Lyrics

[Verse 1] Listen closely to me now, my darling girl There's one who's out to have you And just His breath will burn your curls Don't you fret, you needn't bother Don't you fret, no, here come the Father, yeah [Verse 2] What you doing there up atop my roof Creeping 'cross them shingles? You 'bout scared me half to death, girl What's your name, Ruthie Lingle, yeah? [Verse 3] Oh, yeah, I heard your talking That little Jesus geek need a good arse, good arse clocking Oh, yeah, done seen your mocking Don't you dare, boy, think my Lord hath done forgotten, no Nuh uh, no way Yeah [Verse 4] I beseech thee, Lord, to clear my head 'Fore once again I scar the soul of that girl in my bed Oh, Lord, clear my bed Before once again I scar the soul of that girl in my head [Outro] Revenge is mine says the Lord Or that's what I thought