You think its gonna be a friendship.
You tell yourself, "No, hes not like that..."
its one drink after another....
next thing you know, hes got you right where he wants you.
he's got you panting his name among other things...

Then your his wifey... his boo... his shorty....

you do everything for him.
you clean the house, you dress up nice, you give him pleasure.
he's out late, comes home drunk and high.
Momma told you that he was bad news.
Dad wont even talk to you.

you act concerned, but your in too deep, you love the *******.
then it hits you when he hits you.
you say hes just mad, he'll calm down in an hour.
Yeah, an hour turns to a day, then a week, then a month, then a year. it never ends, the river of tears.

You are scared to leave him, but youre scared to love him too.

maybe you should have turned down that drink.....