On your knees boy

The last person in my bed
was a sixteen year old boy.
I'm not gay, or homophobic.
I don't abuse children
I'm not a child molester.
But I was drunk

and he was drunk
and he was still a virgin.

I'm not telling you this
because I feel guilt
or because it gives me a kick.

I'm frightened of what might
have happened to us
I'm frightened of what others might do.

But I was drunk
and he was drunk
and he was still a virgin.

We flirted a little on Diamond White
and played "Mysterious Ways".
We lay together arms wrapped round
And I was drunk
And he was drunk
And he was still a virgin.

I took his wrist, took him to bed
I laid him next to me
I put my arm across his chest

My jeans were tight
I took them off
And that was when he left me.

But I was drunk
And he was drunk
And he was still a virgin.