Let me tell you the story of little Mollie MaynHer stepfather taught her special games they could playnThe man was a preacher, made her swear not to tellnHe talked about heaven, but he made her life hellnnSometimes he would hurt her right there in the churchnGrew up hating herself, she doubted her worthnBut she knew in her heart what was wrong with her lifenShe swore when she got big, she'd master the knifennFifteen, ran away, Mollie traveled the worldnShe was bold, unafraid, an adventurous girlnIn the course of her journey, she learned many skillsnIn Tegucigalpa she learned how to killnnShe returned home, it was on Christmas EvenHer stepfather's eyes were too wide to believenHe went for the door, she went for her knifenAnd slowly she ended her stepfather's life