Let us start with a cold stormy morning and the private eye on 8th and 3rd.
Only moments into the morning he watched his shiny doorknob turn.
A lovely leggy lady born and raised on the farm thinks she knows why Johnny's away
She ain't gonna crack the cane of her sweet, sweet sugar
until her wedding day
Daddy's little Classy Girl
With her crocodile tears and her tender loins of tragedy
Flashy little nasty girl poisoning her prey You flashy little nasty girl poisoning your prey
No physical wound to feel, but you're helpin' her to heal the pain
It won't hurt to ask her why cause she'll just deny.
Some people say it was her daddy. Others will tell ya 'twas the town.
Believe me when I say that she ain't goin' away until everybody pays.
Kickin' and a screamin', swingin' and a bitin' with the lightning flashing away.
Here comes the sore thumb - run before she breaks a leg.
A silver tongued, leather lunged, roller on the witch's wheel.
Daddy's little Classy girl. And fairy tale kisses from the Prince of Pain