Imagine on a date, comfortable in good jeans
Meeting complete stranger during an afternoon
Not excepting pressure, just a drink without swoon
To see the connection over liquid proteins

Now imagine her drunk, already with great buzz
And he comes in with smile and sharing attitude
To be able to talk and find a better mood
As the sun shines outside, to shallow drunken fuzz

Five minutes in the date, she pokes hard his package
Asking him if it's real, or this he have a sock
Confusion with reply as he's startled to shock

Women tend to say pigs as groping men manage
But what are these ladies that feel they can handle
Are they extending through to improper scandal