"My mum is home,
You can't come in."
She lies,
as the fear filled her eyes.

"My mum is home,
You can't come in."
His ears are painted.
His hands are waiting.

"Don't come in,
You can't come in."
She tries to let him down,
in the nicest way she can.
She tries to let him down,
but her conscience holds it's stand.

She lets him in.
He walks to her room.
He sees that she lied.
He can't stop looking theough hungry eyes.

She was drunk.
He was too.
But in that moment.
She knew.

If she didn't oblige,
it could turn bad.
If she didn't agree,
he might get mad.

So as he...