I’m wine drunk and I’m sleepy,
This guy is acting a little bit creepy.
Not enough to speak out-
But I am looking about
For my friends in the club.
Maybe they left and are at the pub?
His hand is on my leg-
Yuck. In my mind I beg
For someone to rescue me;
To come over and set me free.
He’s telling me about his life
And I know he has a wife
But she’s not the topic at hand,
He needs me to know he thinks I’m grand
My male friends don’t know why he scared me;
“He was just trying to be friendly,”
But I know the mood can turn like that,
They go from nice to angry in three seconds flat.
That’s why I want to get away;
Save this pain for another day.