Bound in the softest satin, You lay her down in vain
Her hands were tied with ribbon
Her salty eyes now stained
Caress her soft and sweet, She won't stop you anymore
For she is surely beat
And now she is your *****
You can stick a flower in a jar, it still wont be a vase
You can take her miles away in your car
It's still going to be ****.
Just because you made it look pretty,
did not make it okay