Hooking Up Is Mad

She is a Ugandan girl The odds are stacked against her That is her first hurdle She is also a Christian girl That is her second hurdle Clearly, hooking up is bad She goes ahead She braves the storm She hits the bar Try as she may The good ones won’t play Clearly, hooking up is hard She lays out her cards Rack, **** and eyes She works it, oh does she work it Her trap is set; at last a rat is caught Off to bed with a barely a name known Clearly, hooking up is mad Come the morning Exposed in the harsh light of day Sneaking out with shoes in hand Breath laced with the stale smell of booze Shoulders low under the weight of regret Clearly, hooking up is sad.