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.
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