Mrs. Hopeful - Chapter 2

The first time that we had sex
I bled onto his sheets

And I do assume
That they were ruined
Of any further use

We washed them though
And very slow
The red turned back to blues

I'm sorry dear.
No problem dear.
I forgot you were a virgin.

The first time that we had sex
I bled onto his sheets

I told the truth
He stole my youth
And now I'm not brand new

It would seem so
He said you know
You fuck just like one too

I'm sorry dear.
No problem dear.
I forgot you were a virgin.

The first time that we had sex
I bled onto his sheets

But he was kind
And didn't mind
The girl from off the shelf

And by his stare
I saw some care
For the mess that was myself

I'm sorry dear.
No problem dear.
I forgot you were a virgin.

The first time that we had sex
I bled onto his sheets

And after all
I thought I'd fall
In love for just today

I got instead
Was what he said
Tonight you cannot stay

I'm sorry dear.
No problem dear....
You forgot I was a virgin.

Now every time that we have sex
I'm bleeding on his bed
But not the kind that stains the sheets
My bleeding is not bled