[Verse 1]
Listen closely to me now, my darling girl
There's one who's out to have you
And just His breath will burn your curls
Don't you fret, you needn't bother
Don't you fret, no, here come the Father, yeah

[Verse 2]
What you doing there up atop my roof
Creeping 'cross them shingles?
You 'bout scared me half to death, girl
What's your name, Ruthie Lingle, yeah?

[Verse 3]
Oh, yeah, I heard your talking
That little Jesus geek need a good arse, good arse clocking
Oh, yeah, done seen your mocking
Don't you dare, boy, think my Lord hath done forgotten, no
Nuh uh, no way
Yeah

[Verse 4]
I beseech thee, Lord, to clear my head
'Fore once again I scar the soul of that girl in my bed
Oh, Lord, clear my bed
Before once again I scar the soul of that girl in my head
[Outro]
Revenge is mine says the Lord
Or that's what I thought