She'll never cover up what we did with her dress,
We tried to tease her out of it, she wouldn't budge,
We pushed and she fell in puddles of mud,
Over and over again she fell, scraping paper knees,
Oh no, she'll never cover up what we did with her dress,
White lace was now blood and mud drenched,
That silly girl, she tried to run,
We caught her hand and pinned her against the trees,
Tree bark was added to the blood and mud mix on her lace,
She'll never cover up what we did with her dress,
Frightened and screaming, with our lips we stole her breath,
Moving down her slowly, such a pretty little figure,
We made her bleed, we made her squirm, we watched her bleed,
We tore that ugly ******* dress off her purple, bruising skin,
And ***** her in the woods.
Oh no, she'll never cover up what we did with her dress.