Shes the fiend stripping away the layers Of a skin that is dead Youre the rapist laying around just a pattern in a pool of red Threading her needle, tanning your hide Youre no longer just a waste of skin Youre face down on the ironing board When she puts the last stitches in Hemline!!!! Shes the butcher hacking away at your flesh And youre still alive Youre the pedophile screaming for help But nobody can hear your cries Boiling your bones, frying your rind youre no longer Just a waste of skin Your rump roast is on the butchers block when she Puts the last stitches in Hemline!!!! Shes wearing you well!!! Youre not a waste of skin!!!!! Hemline!!!!!!