Going Dutch

New Year's Eve in the town Amsterdam Two Brits I met while staring at the pond Holding beers and smoking rolled cigarettes Speaking they said tonight you will be a man This eve you will recall with a fond bond And on we walked, drank, smoke, effortless The Red-Light district we stumbled upon My body tightened but the face I donned Let three workers see me as generous Farewell to my innocence, it was gone The Brits disappeared, I am Shepard-less