Fee Fi Fo

You're vile, sick

It's true what people say

God protects the ones who help themselves

In their own way

It's true what people say

God protects the ones who help themselves

In their own way

He was sitting in her bedroom

In her bedroom

And now what should she do

She's got so much insecurity

And his impurity It was a gathering gloom

How could you touch something

So innocent and pure

Obscure

How could you get satisfaction