Red stained lips,

mini short skirts,

late night outings,

just like all sinners.

 

Reasons were lies,

she's done it,

now all falls apart,

she's a tart.

 

Men and boys,

her bedmates,

to be able to live,

such a shame.

 

Never kissed a soul,

yet in others eyes,

she's slept with many,

how sorry was her story.