When poverty hits me
Tho I'm still pretty
I was hired as a babysitter
I love kids, just like my sister

This baby was called Iris
One time I pecked a kiss
She hits me with her knees
Savage baby; t'was her bliss

At night she won't stop crying
I scared her, I did everything
She cries over and over again
Until I get annoyed with that thing

I took Iris to the basement
Covered her mouth with garment
Prepared that rope in the ceiling as I said,
"Iris, stop crying or you'll be dead."