He spoke of misbehaving and his beard on my neck sent chills through my skin
As I stood there with the wind -
blowing and him whispering concern in my ear
I told him small town, small places
same night, same faces
When I really wanted to say take me out of here
I stared out at the light reflecting on the empty parking lot across the way
To the road that led to his bed in where I layed
His body weight felt heavy on top of mine as I looked at every picture on the wall aligned
His tongue pierced down my throat while his chain fell cold there on my skin
And he placed his hands up when I felt uncomfortable again
It could've been the drinks or the ***** that made me feel sick
As his mouth kissed my breast,
my ****** between his lips
It could've been the thought of how many times had this man won
And how my body wouldn't compare even though I was so young
15 years my senior, wanting what he got
Even though I swore my innocence staring at that parking lot
I sold myself for 2.50
For a ******* beer
Walking away with no number, no plan
Just a mysterious "good girl" who proved she was a *****
Who forgot to shave her legs that night
Yet still went through that bar door
Never to hear from me again
And never wanting nothing more
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 7:12 PM UTC
He spoke of misbehaving and his beard on my neck sent chills through my skin
As I stood there with the wind -
blowing and him whispering concern in my ear
I told him small town, small places
same night, same faces
When I really wanted to say take me out of here
I stared out at the light reflecting on the empty parking lot across the way
To the road that led to his bed in where I layed
His body weight felt heavy on top of mine as I looked at every picture on the wall aligned
His tongue pierced down my throat while his chain fell cold there on my skin
And he placed his hands up when I felt uncomfortable again
It could've been the drinks or the ***** that made me feel sick
As his mouth kissed my breast,
my ****** between his lips
It could've been the thought of how many times had this man won
And how my body wouldn't compare even though I was so young
15 years my senior, wanting what he got
Even though I swore my innocence staring at that parking lot
I sold myself for 2.50
For a ******* beer
Walking away with no number, no plan
Just a mysterious "good girl" who proved she was a *****
Who forgot to shave her legs that night
Yet still went through that bar door
Never to hear from me again
And never wanting nothing more
