Path of Least Resistance

Get away, I’m warning you, while she undresses behind the door
Stop staring at her like a man who’s never seen a whore before
She was sixteen when Mother left her at the station
Crying tears of silent indignation
Then he looked at her with those eyes
It was enough to make a man cry
She knew it in an instance
He took the Path Of Least Resistance
Taught the art of surfacing with 99-proof ink
At an early age she learned it doesn’t matter what she think
Lock the door, strip away her virtue
You’re a bastard, all she wants to do is hurt you
Then you look at her with those eyes
It was enough to make a man cry
She knew it in an instance
Took the Path Of Least Resistance
What’s a little girl to do
She receives a visit in the dark
No imminent sign of danger
But the familiar hand has left it’s mark
Lock the door, lock the door!
Kind words turn dirty
«Promise not to say a word!»
(Daddy please don’t hurt me)
Then he looked at her with those eyes
It was enough to make a man cry
And he knew it in an instance
He took the Path Of Least Resistance