Idiot woman has no kids of her own
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
Idiot woman has no kids of her own
She’s come to town to take yours instead
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
Lock them up in their rooms and don’t let them go
They better die of hunger than her deadly arms
Touch them if you like for their own sake
Touch them if you like for their own sake
Touch them if you like for their own sake
She won’t take those who ain’t clean as snow
You should forbid them to cry or complain
You should forbid them to cry or complain
You should forbid them to cry or complain
She likes the ones with tears in their eyes