I Guess She Wasn't a Virgin Anymore

She Looked so Sweet, like a handpicked meat More firm and lean, than I'd ever seen With eyes of gold, and a soul unsold But something was not right, with this sacrifice Hell no! should have known better Come forth, you better come and get her Who cares if she's a little dirty Next Time I'll check the goods more carefully But cut us slack, she had a nice rack A pair of DSL's, and quite the alluring smell So what if she had a pole, link of sausage in the hole So she tapped a bit of sack, if you don't want it give her back Oh I swore she was pure What a whore I should have seen the herpes sores My mistake, an easy one to make She screwed our night because she can't wear white And it's out fall because we blew the call I guess she wasn't a virgin after all I have better things to do, than bag 'em fresh for you It's the same no matter what, innocent or raging slut It's our sacrificial right, to choose who we slight And if you cast her away, then the rest of us can have our way