He was playing X-box When I phoned him We talked all night lone He was hypnotized by my husky voice and Fixed thy date at seven in thy morning At thy soccer ground
Here came thy chilly morning He went out from home I couldn't make out Cause I had my school I should've told him but I forgot
He was waiting for me to come Watching soccer Getting bored Sending texts Making call on my cell His call couldn't make out To my cell neither thy text cause He gotta wrong number
I send him an apology text We started chatting on thy cell 'till We've agreed to have a date at six pm
About to tick six "So damn nervous Don't know what to wear Should I try this Should I try that Should I try that Should I try this Damn confused Please somebody help me out Help me out Gosh"
Finally I went to a date He took me to thy coffee shop I was shaking from thy inside I gave him a goodbye kiss When we separated on thy crossroad
I went home with a strange feeling He phoned me, "You're not a virgin. I don't love you anymore..." It hurt my heart I regret thy kiss we had I cut my wrist by thy razor blade This razor blade is made for me
I think he is a playboy but Thy facts that make him no playboy
One He is a virgin Two He never ever has a girlfriend Three He never uses playboy perfume Four He doesn't have even a single copy of playboy magazine