Survivor's Remorse

My Lacy, Black Panties

Over and over again

I date and somehow end up with the same kind of man

It starts out nice like it usually does

And ends up differently from how it usually was

The same kind of men play the same games

Only thing different about them is their names

But when it all comes down to the end of the night,

I'm struttin' with a man thinking everything's right.

But deep down in my heart I know there's something wrong.

But for my own sake and his, I keep playing along.

We arrive at my doorstep at the stroke of one.

I look at him firmly like, "You need to bounce son."

I try to think of a logical response to send him on his way.

But this man right here, he is very determined to stay.

We stand here for a minute as he glares down my curves.

And I become nervous and begin to tamper with my purse.

I manage to say, "Goodbye, had a nice time."

He looked at me crazily as if I committed some crime.

He said, "But, baby I want to come in..."

And how stupid of me to just easily let him win.

I unlocked my door and led him to the family den.

But, I figured that's not the only room he'd let himself in.

We talked and laughed and sipped some wine.

He glared at me steadily as if I knew he were mine.

All locked up inside, I knew this was wrong.

And before anything happened, I wanted him gone.

I said I was tired and kindly escorted him to the door.

Then he smiled and pinned me down on the floor.

I wasn't enjoying it at all, not one bit.

And, I knew to get him off me, this man must be hit!

I loved him as a friend and nothing more than that.

But somewhere along the way, this man failed to realize that.

He lifted up my slender dress to my lacy, black panties.

There was nothing in the world to help me and my mind couldn't command me.

I knew this was wrong, but it felt really right.

Or maybe I just thought this because I was overcome with fright.

I laid there and wondered why it was me he fancied.

But I realized, it was nothing but my lacy, black panties.