Travelling on this lonely road she wonders
'what have become of me?
Men pacing in and out in wander'
'I think I'm a slut', she ponders.
'Good morning' he greets me,
'Not again' she says, shamefully
'I got to stop drinking'
'What a nice time I had' she says sarcastically.
'I am a slut', she affirms
Why bother when no one cares.
A change in lifestyle she require
'If only I had a man in my life' she desires.
Alas he arrives,
With a smile that perforates
'Where is that wine ?'
'Wait! I haven't had a glass in a while'
'Good morning' his caramel voice utters
'Indeed a lovely morning', she blushes
'A slut, I am no longer'
'For love, I will live no more in blunder'.