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