I lost my innocence to the boy behind the red door
He was tender and he was kind
He was foolish and unsuspecting
He didn't know it was my first time
I left my innocence on the hardwood floor
It flew out the window and away with the breeze
I never was the lucky kind
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
I lost my innocence to the boy behind the red door
He was tender and he was kind
He was foolish and unsuspecting
He didn't know it was my first time
I left my innocence on the hardwood floor
It flew out the window and away with the breeze
I never was the lucky kind
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