All of the things that happened to her in that dark bedroom are only her concern...
It's her life, and she lives it without a single glance back.
Not a single turn.
Your turn.
Your turn.
Your turn...
Your turn...
Her smile is so genuine.
So cut and pristine.
But the sheets that she now rests her head on are so far from clean.
So far from clean.
As each one in turn works her body like a machine...
Your turn.
Your turn.
Your turn...
Your turn...
"Which one are you?"
She asked him after he had finished with his second round.
Wordlessly he answered
As he silently shifted his weight around.
Your turn.
Your turn.
Your turn...
Your turn...
Who could know the way she feels inside besides the men who've been inside?
Besides the tears that hide inside.
'She's just another' they all implied.
My turn.
His turn.
Another ride!
Your turn.
Your turn.
Your turn...
Your turn...
"It's been a while since I've
Hooked up with any other guy"
Those were her words.
A bitter lie?
We all will answer when we die.
Your turn.
Your turn.
Your turn...
Your turn...
But in the end
She regrets naught.
She hates the heat
But loves the plot.
Between the sheets
Her spirit rots.
She longs for drinks
And men.
And shots.
Whose turn is it?
Not mine...
It's not...
Your turn.
Your turn.
Your turn...
Your turn...