Underground

Why you got all those bruises down your fine legs, pretty girl?
He didn't treat me well, like a real man should, you know.
How come?
Guess I was naughty, that's what he said, when I packed my bags and left him all behind.
I could fuck you gentle you know, make you forget the pain.
Make you taste something sweeter than wine. Out in the summer rain.
I don't believe you. You don't taste that good. No one does.