We sat alone in your truck
It was the first time we met
You asked if I wanted to fuck
I said “no, not yet”
You told me it was fine
You touched my leg
I said “you’re crossing a line”
You continued to beg
I said “I don’t even know you”
Your hand started to wander
You said “I know you want to”
I began to ponder
Why am I here?
Your hand was up my shirt
That’s when I shed the first tear
I didn’t mean to flirt
I said “just take me back please”
By now you were on top of me
You said “you’re being such a tease”
The next 10 minutes, I have repressed
You dropped me off at my house
As I was still trying to get dressed
I threw away that blouse
I showered five times that night
Then I found out, I was just part of a bet
It turns out my mom was right
Men don’t care if it’s the first time you’ve met
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