That story cross the threshold.
The scenes go back to my mind.

He inspires respect
In that town.
He´s a priest
And she´s his wife.
Me, a poor girl
Who lives in their house.
I clean their home
And warm his bed up.

(Chorus: )
“dickhead!
Leave me alone.
Don´t get my skin dirty.

Dickhead!
Let me go
I won´t talk to anyone.”

I feel hate
When he touches me
Only i´m sixteen…
He´s stealing my life.
He sits down
Near me,
While his wife
Is watching tv.
When her glance is far away,
He plays with his hand
Under my skirt

(Chorus / solo)

It´s my truth.
It´s my chance.
The end of a nightmare.

Take a car now.
Park it near his home.
Two shoots and fire in their house 2xchorus