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30 October 2009

heineken for me...

He grabbed me by the slender neck,
I could not call or scream
He dragged me into a dim room
Where I could not be seen.
He stripped me of my flannel wrap
and gazed upon my form
I was so scared and wet and cold
He pressed his burning lips to mine
I gave him every drop
He took from me my very soul
I could not make him stop
He made me what I am today
That is why you see me here
an empty bottle thorown away
that was once full of beer.