I know the games he plays He knows I don't play that way Maybe I am saving myself for him 18 isn't too young to lose something You've had since birth And can never be regained I like the guy Not love but something is there People ask me... "You're gonna fuck him aren't you?" "Had sex with him yet?" Money is being passed around Betting May 4th I'm no longer a virgin
Reason for writing:
A rumored "player" asked me, the virgin, to prom and this is the topic of conversation where I work. The boxboys are making bets on how far we go. Isn't the workplace nice? Don't they know I could hit them with sexual harrasment charges? Oh well. I actully find it all humorous that their lifes are so sad then have to bet on *this*.
Birth sign: Libra
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