Little girl walking down the street,
Pretty princess dressed in pink.
On your way in search of something sweet.
Large toothy grins for the neighbors you know.
But up to strange new doors you boldly go
For behind them is what you seek.
With fleshy paws reaching, the men you meet,
Dole out sugary little nothings that melt on your tongue,
And roll of theirs,
As they pinch your cheeks.
The further from home, the sweeter the morsels grow.
Little girl, little girl, oh so young.
You should know better
But, princess, you are yearning still
For that illicit rush of receiving treats
From new men who would make you blush.