A hand on my chest
I become undressed
The toxics in my system
Leave me smitten
Your such a gentlemen
At least I thought anyway
But with the last drink
You scoop me with a wink
Take me home
To come undone
It's hard to be divine
When I'm 3 bottles deep in wine
Not a slight care
You push me down n stare
Finally finishing ur desire
I cry for about two hours
Why must you do this hun
I thought you were a nice one
I guess you can't trust a soul
When your left drunk on a stool
The next day I put on a smile
Hiding my sadness for a while
Only for it to be brought up in the future
To seem like a drunk hooker
But pointing fingers leaves shame
And at one point you wanted this claim
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