Sand beneath your tongue Hold your body warm. Grip your pillow tight, Keeps you warm at night. Papa don't say my woes, Now I'm a whore Papa don't sell my soul Now I'm a whore Grass between your toes, Gusty winds that blow Jellyfish in the sea, Papa don't say my woes, Now I'm a whore. Papa don't sell my soul, Now I'm a whore. Papa don't say my woes, Now I'm a whore. Papa don't sell my soul,