Young girl
You get your fix
From every other boy that you pick
Standards once high, now sink low

The attention you crave
Does not go unnoticed
You are digging a callow grave

Once you have realized what you have done
All that seemed fun
Is now tossed in your face
Slow your pace

Reaching the high school low is common
For the promiscuous freshman
Blame the "pressure" for your weekend discretions

Adolescent life reflects poker
Come monday, you will realize
High school is one huge masquerade
Young girl, here come the jokers.