Lyrics

Her daddy died in Vietnam
Maybe it?s because he?s gone
That she never listens to her mom
When she says, ?Baby, don?t be a slut?

No cash ever exchanges hands
And street corners aren?t where she stands
But sometimes she gets swollen glands
Baby, don?t be a slut

What did you do with my stuff?
Baby don?t be a slut

Her daddy?s out in the air somewhere
On the other side of a 3-way mirror
Watching his baby comb her hair
He cries, ?Baby, don?t be a slut.?

So it starts raining as she?s walking home
Late at night from the Superdome
But it don?t matter how her face gets wet anymore