The man who said I’d be on T.V The man who raped my son The man who dressed me like a school girl And sometimes like a nun The man who beat me when I said no Left me a bloody muck The man who gently locked the door And gave me a brutal fuck The man who killed my childhood When I was three or four The man who made me bleed inside But smiled and whispered “more!” The man who sold me to the brothel The man who gave me to his boys The man who stole my money and my faith And ravaged me with toys. The man who went scot free Abandoned the children and the crime The man who showed me it’s a man’s world And left me cleaning the man grime.