The Walk Of Shame By Charlie Mayne

Off home alone, it’s nearly dawn,

My spangled skirt is slightly torn,

My dad would say I look a sight;

Shite more like.

The heel has snapped off my left shoe,

My shirt is stained and it was new,

Some sozzled tender words were said;

Bed more like.

Now I’m on the walk of shame,

I only have myself to blame,

I drank and danced and laughed and kissed;

Pissed more like.

I’m out alone, I can’t look weak,

Mascara smudges down my cheek,

I’ve got my rape alarm prepared;

Scared more like.