Come my way, little girl,
Come and play, little girl.
You're old enough, the prophet knows, to screw.
I know that you're just a 'tween,
But it's time to get between
The sheets and give yourself to your Uncle Lou.

Oh, come and play, little girl
Come my way, little girl.
It's hurtin' as I take your maidenhead away.
But you're in a state of bliss,
As is my twelfth wife, your sis.
So, come my way little girl.
I'll force your legs, and we'll pray.

Come my way,
Don't delay—
It's now time to put out.

The scripture's clear: you resist,
I'll have to hit with my fist.
So, come my way, little girl,
Crawl here and lay, little girl.
Oh no, don't delay, little girl. . .
Fourteen in a thousand days.
Time to play.