Pigtails

Pigtails, miniskirt
 French class; such a flirt
 Bookbag, baseball cap
 Friday night, the dance
 Left early, drove out
 Wet lips, lights down --
 My hands, her hair
 She's so cute; I didn't care
 I started feeling her body up
 She said, "No!" -- but I didn't stop
 I held her down and I had her my way --
 She tried to scream, but the words they couldn't say
 And with time even mountains fade away --
 Always the tears streaked on her face
 Blonde hair, blue eyes
 Pink lips, a gorgeous smile
 Plays soccer, and volleyball
 And Friday nights: alcohol
 She goes to church -- yeah, dear God, she goes and prays
 She wonders will it ever go away
 And someday maybe she won't be afraid --
 Always the tears streaked on her face
 Lipstick, highlighter
 Earrings, eyeliner
 Mascara, a little blush --
 Some things can't cover up