Another night with you friends,
Consuming liquid courage,
Watching women where they bend,
Wanting flowers to flourish;

And though you know their hearts beat,
With the spark of a flame,
You drag them around, like meat,
And leave them with unjust shame;

Of course, you think it's hotter
And of course, you feel the rush,
Until it’s your own daughter,
With a heart that had been crushed!

You try to blame the game,
While she’s bawling on the floor,
Until there’s no one left to blame,
But men with minds like yours.’