Her First Time
Standing on the wall
Her hands tightly gripping the bottle
Slowly moving in her heels praying
Not to fall
She is quite shy says her friend Becky
I want her dare me and I'm ready
Just a little tipsy I approach her steady
Her name is Anne come on let's dance
She pushes me aside I barely had a chance
You say you have boundaries
I will cross them
And I won't step on your lines
I'll snort them
Don't be in a hurry to leave early
Take time and enjoy your first ever party
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