Early afternoon and your head is on the pillow
You’ll be leaving soon and nobody will know
You’re not asleep but you’re drunk with desire
Your skirt’s a little shorter but the stake’s a little higher

So out the window and down the dirt road
In another hour at the 7-eleven
Prince Charming picks you up in his pickup truck
You’d sit next to him but his buddies ride shotgun

And its not what you expected
Dirt on your skirt in the bed of the Ford
At least you’re not rejected
He flirts with the clerks at the liquor store
Your pride is still protected
You duck out of sight as a neighbor drives by
Your tears are kept in check, the
Best still to come as the night is still young

He skids to a stop you notice the sun’s heat
Parked at the dance hall he changes your plans
His boys walk off you get in the front seat
Sharp as a band saw he touches your hand

You don’t care it’s what you wanted anyway
Today wasn’t any day as he pulled away from the hideaway
You were there. You felt the things you wanted to
Until he felt the night was through and he was through with you
He left you too
Walking home
All alone

Now your sorry that you
Said what you said
Did what you did
Didn’t look the other way
Didn’t stay
Should have gone away
Now it’s much too late
Done the deeds you hate
Left it up to fate
Nothing left to say
That was your day

Now it’s over, it’s over
The clock strikes twelve
and its back to the same old hell
One chance
Just one dance
You had big plans
It was your last stand
It’s past and
The bastard is passing for
Prince Charming again

When will learn, learn, learn?
When will you learn?

©2002 Nicholas Hohman

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