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Permission
Do things to me in my sleep
You fucking creep
Did I give you permission, no.
You’re standing there as I’m passed out
Watching men mess about
My unconscious body is not your toy
Did I give you permission, no.
I know I chose to take such drugs
Associate with creeps and thugs
So come assault me why don’t you
It’s what the other boys seem to do
I’m lying there thinking I’m safe
No recollection of my day
Yet I wake up my clothing’s moved
Around the room, what did you choose
My socks and trousers on the floor
I’ve not woken up to this before
I don’t know who or where I am
I just passed out, what is this scam
I thought you were my honest friend
Friend til the end, not on a mind bend
You make me sick, your mind is twisted
Taking off my clothes and knickers
Who are you, why did you watch
Who joined in, on your own couch
I stayed for days, I remember none
Don’t take those pills, they’ll rape you, gone.
You fucking creep
Did I give you permission, no.
You’re standing there as I’m passed out
Watching men mess about
My unconscious body is not your toy
Did I give you permission, no.
I know I chose to take such drugs
Associate with creeps and thugs
So come assault me why don’t you
It’s what the other boys seem to do
I’m lying there thinking I’m safe
No recollection of my day
Yet I wake up my clothing’s moved
Around the room, what did you choose
My socks and trousers on the floor
I’ve not woken up to this before
I don’t know who or where I am
I just passed out, what is this scam
I thought you were my honest friend
Friend til the end, not on a mind bend
You make me sick, your mind is twisted
Taking off my clothes and knickers
Who are you, why did you watch
Who joined in, on your own couch
I stayed for days, I remember none
Don’t take those pills, they’ll rape you, gone.
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