sad
it hurts
feel bad
feel cursed
i want someone to take me home
it's tiresome going home alone
perhaps i wouldn't drink so much
with a man to say i've had enough
caveman style he drags me off
i shrieking and wailing but secretly chuffed
i would put myself in danger less
with six foot strong of strappingness
and minicab drivers are much less scary
when the back seat's filled with big and hairy
and perhaps i wouldn't wake up dressed
with the lights all on and my hair possessed
waking up to a hug and smiling eyes
is preferable to my pillow face in disguise
yes i really must stop going out on my own
on order: one man to take this girl home
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