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I met a boy with pretty eyes, thighs, and pretty lips

He fed me sweet nothings

And he let me believe that I was beautiful

He asked me to join him

And he led me upstairs

I should of known then that

(I was being naive)

He was lying to me

But I wanted to believe that

Someone had finally appreciated me

I never felt appreciation like this

(Stop means stop, and no means no)

You stole the only thing that I liked to hold on to

The only thing that reclaimed my dignity

Or made me feel my best

Thank you for making me feel dirty

And thank you for violating me

Thank you for stealing from an innocent girl

&&Thank you once more for being a fucking whore.