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[Words By: Lant, Music By: Lant]

There comes a time with every girl, to face the punctual blues

Mother tells her all about, those bloody curses rules

Moving into womanhood, she starts her secret hunt

Gotta find herself a mate, satisfy her aching ****

Old enough to bleed, you’re old enough to butcher

Old enough to bleed, you’re old enough to butcher

Every day she sits and dreams, distracted from her life

Watching as the boys go by, she wants to be your wife, oh no

When the apples turn to red, the fruit will soon be plucked

When the girls turn sweet sixteen, they’re ready to be ******

Old enough to bleed, you’re old enough to butcher

Old enough to bleed, you’re old enough to butcher