Stepmom Barberette - She Shaves Her Stepson's Head As a Punishment (Music Video)

Lyrics:
Verse 1
In the kitchen light, with a stern face,
She picked up those scissors, no room for grace.
Stepson sat still, he knew he’d strayed,
Tonight his head would pay the price he made.
Pre-Chorus
With every snip, with every clip,
A lesson learned with each tight grip.
Disobedience had its cost,
In each cut, the point was tossed.
Chorus
Stepmother's hands, so firm, so cold,
In the kitchen’s heart, the tale unfolds.
With kitchen scissors, she took her stand,
A stepmother’s wrath, firm as the land.
Verse 2
Locks fell to the floor, like fallen pride,
She reached for the razor, no place to hide.
No shaving cream, just steel and skin,
A punishment harsh for the stepson's sin.
Pre-Chorus
With every stroke, with every glide,
Regret and shame, nowhere to hide.
The blade so keen, but her touch so cold,
In this ritual, the lesson told.
Chorus
Stepmother’s hands, so firm, so cold,
In the kitchen’s heart, the tale unfolds.
With kitchen scissors, she took her stand,
A stepmother’s wrath, firm as the land.
Verse 3
In the silent room, with a mother’s glare,
He felt the chill, the cut of air.
Remorse in his eyes, but it was too late,
The razor's path would set him straight.
Pre-Chorus
With every pass, with every line,
The boy knew well, he'd crossed a line.
A warning etched in skin so bare,
The price of folly, the lesson there.
Verse 4
Tears welled up but never fell,
In the kitchen’s hold, a private hell.
She finished her task, no words to say,
A punishment served, in her own way.
Pre-Chorus
With every stroke, with every glide,
A heavy heart, no place to hide.
The blade so keen, but her touch so cold,
In this ritual, the lesson told.
Chorus
Stepmother’s hands, so firm, so cold,
In the kitchen’s heart, the tale unfolds.
With kitchen scissors, she took her stand,
A stepmother’s wrath, firm as the land.
Bridge
In the quiet hum of the kitchen light,
A boy’s mistake revealed that night.
Through every cut and every shave,
A lesson carved, no heart to save.
Chorus
Stepmother’s hands, so firm, so cold,
In the kitchen’s heart, the tale unfolds.
With kitchen scissors, she took her stand,
A stepmother’s wrath, firm as the land.
Outro
Locks on the floor, a silent cry,
A boy reformed, a mother’s sigh.
Stepmother’s hands, a story told,
In the kitchen’s chill, hearts turned cold.
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Why this punishment? What did he do?