It wasn't that it was perfect
But it was certainly real
And all men smell the same
After a few drinks anyway
Yes, she did feel desecrated
Maybe she should have hesitated
Maybe she could have waited
Forever for the axe to fall
She found herself ingesting euphoria
In every conceivable form
And warmth is not love, but it
Keeps you from freezing nonetheless
Still somehow she felt unclean
Her self respect demeaned
The thought of the action obscene
But necessary if she were to survive
