All I see is multicoulered lights,
and also some disgusting sights,
Friends dance on the dancefloor,
While I sit here all alone and poor.
I feel a hand slide down my thigh,
On my neck, a breath and sigh,
I move and turn around,
An ugly guy says ' look what I've found'.
I woke in an unknown room,
This ugly fella was my doom,
For the next eight weeks,
All the men, I was what seeks,
They held you down with grubby paws,
I just wanted to press pause,
But I had no control,
They had security patrol.
I wasn't the only one,
Trust me it wasn't fun,
There were others too,
Some were new.
The police barged in one day,
These filthy animals were gonna pay,
So now I am free,
This is the story of me.
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