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Cherry lips She strips Unwillingly she sheds her clothes And she knows God does she know That this will hurt and time will go by slow And they aren't sober God she wishes it would soon be over She wonders what she did to deserve this These rough harsh abusive kiss And they pin her down And her screams they drown And she cries And tell her father lies When he asks where she's been And she pulls down her sleeves to hide her bruised skin Years later when someone found out They think it's her fault and that they not even for a second doubt Of course she was the reason After all it was rape season | ||||||||||||||
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