| | | | | Fee fi fo she smells his body, she smells his body And it makes her sick to her mind He has got so much to answer for, to answer for To ruin a child's mind How could you touch something so innocent and pure Obscure How could you get satisfaction from the body of a child You're vile, you're   It's true what people say God protect the ones who help themselves in their own way   It's true what people say God protect 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 from the body of a child You're vile, sick!   It's true what people say God protect the ones who help themselves in their own way   And I often wonder to myself Who protects the ones who can't protect themselves   It's true what people say God protect the ones who help themselves in their own way   And I often wonder to myself Who protects the ones who can't protect themselves | | | | | (x2) Fee fi fo Fee fi fo |  |  |  |  |  (x3) |  |