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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
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 7:12 PM UTC
I sold myself for a beer
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
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 7:12 PM UTC
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