She said she was pure, like the driven snow,
her cherry had never been broken.
We went on a date, of course I was late,
not a word was hardly spoken.
She got into my car and before I could blink,
her dress was over her head.
Her panties pulled down, she was boxing my clown,
and to the backseat I was lead.
She blew me once and she blew me twice.
Then she said "Are you havin' fun?"
Pure as drivin' snow? I don't really think so!
She aint bullshittin' no one.
What did you expect, Shakespeare?
Who's next?
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