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
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