Path of Least Resistance - Dalbello

Get away, I’m warning you, while she undresses behind the door

Stop staring at her like a man who’s never seen a whore before

She was sixteen when Mother left her at the station

Crying tears of silent indignation

Then he looked at her with those eyes

It was enough to make a man cry

She knew it in an instance

He took the Path Of Least Resistance

Taught the art of surfacing with 99-proof ink

At an early age she learned it doesn’t matter what she think

Lock the door, strip away her virtue

You’re a bastard, all she wants to do is hurt you

Then you look at her with those eyes

It was enough to make a man cry

She knew it in an instance

Took the Path Of Least Resistance

What’s a little girl to do

She receives a visit in the dark

No imminent sign of danger

But the familiar hand has left it’s mark

Lock the door, lock the door!

Kind words turn dirty

«Promise not to say a word!»

(Daddy please don’t hurt me)

Then he looked at her with those eyes

It was enough to make a man cry

And he knew it in an instance

He took the Path Of Least Resistance