I have a little girl, I exploit her for the world.
I havent had a hit since '92'.
And she can barely sing, so I make her shake her thing.
And charge em' double since her boobies grew.
I dont mean no harm, to make the men folks warm.
I got her showin' Disney rated tale.
The men are all agape at her adolescent shape.
Their thoughts can git em 20 years in jail.
It dont break my heart, I dress her like a tart.
Since she was a baby its been planned.
That she would show her twat.
Like Paris says "That's Hot."
Each time she does it I get 90 Grand.
Its my business, its my kid.
Hey, where's the highest bid.
We all know teenage sex sells for a fee.
But please dont call her Hannah.
She can deep throat this bananna.
And when her Disney contract's up you'll see.
Dont blame this tart, this lanky , skanky tart.
It ain't her fault that I'm no Tim McGraw.
So dont blame this tart, this Lanky skanky tart.
She's just a gal who's tryin' to please her paw.