Pigtails, miniskirt
French cla**; such a flirt
Bookbag, baseball cap
Friday night, the dance
Left early, drove out
Wet lips, lights down --
My hands, her hair
She's so cute; I didn't care
I started feeling her body up
She said, "No!" -- but I didn't stop
I held her down and I had her my way --
She tried to scream, but the words they couldn't say
And with time even mountains fade away --
Always the tears streaked on her face
Blonde hair, blue eyes
Pink lips, a gorgeous smile
Plays soccer, and volleyball
And Friday nights: alcohol
She goes to church -- yeah, dear God, she goes and prays
She wonders will it ever go away
And someday maybe she won't be afraid --
Always the tears streaked on her face
Lipstick, highlighter
Earrings, eyeliner
Mascara, a little blush --
Some things can't cover up