Peer Pressure
Two boys dared me to do the same
After peeing on a playground swing
When I was caught I said right away
It was a peer pressure sort of thing
Later little Mary Lou Henton
Sat down on it with a splat
Somewhat upset she ran away
And no one knew where she was at
The cops sent out some bloodhounds
They found her under a garage shelf
Truth be known, as bad as it was
I could have followed the scent myself
She got over the awful stigma
I got a restraining order that day
IF I'm close to a playground swing
I have to zip up and walk away
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