Couch Slut Lewis

I was new to the road, played my pretty guitar For anyone who would listen

A girl on her back looks to be asleep

Her clothes were torn, gashes up her legs and thighs Deep

I helped her off the couch

Asked her her name

If she's OK

Do you know them?

Do you?

She said Some guy raped me in my dumb car last week Who cares who they are?

I was raped last week in my car

Who gives a fuck who they are?

I took my guitar

And got the shit out of there

I think about her still

The blood down her legs and tears in her eyes I'm coming home, Mom

But I'm sad for her still

She's stuck in there still

The spit and handprints all down her neck She looked up at me

And god was she pissed