Luck Of The Draw

Once slept with a black-haired lad
Went up his apartment
Pretty quickly, things turned bad
Passion wasn´t his department
Too busy shoving poppers up his nose
to notice me
Took a chance with another
Frolicking in bed
But he couldn´t get exited
Unless i help a pillow tightly over his head
Just your average boy next door
Well they say some day prince will come
Not holding my breath anymore
You gotta kiss some frogs
You´ve heard that one before
Now i´ve kissed a lot of frogs
Am i better off than i was before
Sitting here alone chapped lips
I´ve never been a slut
Though i´ve slept with more than a few
Maybe that´s something that
I could aspire to
There´s a lotta people in this town
Who never seem to come to grips with
How they feel from the waist down