A Country Song Gone All Wrong

I want so bad in Casarah’s pants She said I had to offer up some romance Off we went to a local dance I bought her a flower, a beer, and a Big Mac too She said not quite enough but it will have to do So in my truck that has no doors I apologized and said no seat, its on the floor She smiled and sat, I gathered in anticipation Of having me in her bedroom a waiting Little did I realize I'd wish to be vacating We arrived at her home, at half past twelve She said grab a beer, cause my hubby is here I said what the hell, your hubby you say? She said, why yes where else would he stay? So I grabbed a beer thinking ok this is a wee bit ***** I was confused, I will tell you that Her hubby smiled at me like a dirty rat He had some rope and a little duct tape This sure wasn’t what I figured on this ol date From bad to worse, I resigned myself to fate She calmly said, what could you have possibly thought? I brought you here, for our pleasures of naught We will tie you up and start the game We are the masters, and you have no claim Now what’s a little pain? so please, don’t try to abstain Tied and bound what could I do? They had their pleasures without further adieu I did the dishes, the vacuuming and the laundry too Not an easy task tied in ropes by those two Broken and tormented and tired as heck I soon plotted my escape up north to Quebec This Gothic nightmare must come to and end Else these two satins will drive me round the bend So I unbound the ropes holding me so tight Managed to escape into the dark frigid night