My Date
My Date
I was open for discussion
I was open for debate
I had suffered repercussion
From coming home too late
I was sitting on the couch
Watching my TV
When she hit in my crouch
She laid one down on me
I was lying there in pain
Tears flowing from my eyes
This girl is so insane
That's when I realized
That she was very angry
For what I do not know
This girl was acting crazy
I knew I had to blow
So while she wasn't looking
I got off the cold floor
And while her mouth was drooling
I ran outside the door
I tried to be real quiet
And ran to my new car
This girl she didn't buy it
I didn't get too far
She grabbed me by the back
And threw me to the ground
This crazy maniac
Was like some mean old hound
She sat there on my chest
And slapped me in the face
I always do regret
When I come home way too late
And to think, she was my date
Copyright ©2007 Marvin H Lane
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