| There was no flowers, candles
|
| Didn’t see no fireworks
|
| He barely even knew my name
|
| There was no pleasure, whatsoever
|
| All I know is that it hurt me
|
| And I wish that I could take it away
|
| My first time
|
| I still remember when I met him
|
| Just turned 18, it was late '07
|
| He would smile with a wink, my heart, it would sink
|
| My cheeks going red, but my brain, it would think
|
| About the women in the crowd, yelling loud when he’s seen
|
| What would a man like that want with a girl like me?
|
| But still, I would imagine it, dinner with a candle lit
|
| Watching cheesy movies but for me I knew he’d handle it
|
| See, I was a virgin, friends would tease and call me Magdalene
|
| Didn’t really mind cause I was waiting for a guy
|
| To put a ring on my finger not a hand on my thigh
|
| Take care of my heart and not put tears in my eyes
|
| So why did I ever put myself in that position?
|
| Sitting back wishing that I could just take it all back
|
| And yes, promise if I got that same call
|
| I guarantee that I would never call back
|
| There was no flowers, candles
|
| Didn’t see no fireworks
|
| He barely even knew my name
|
| There was no pleasure, whatsoever
|
| All I know is that it hurt me
|
| And I wish that I could take it away
|
| My first time
|
| And he was handsome, charming
|
| Even met my mom, nothing really seemed alarming
|
| My dad kinda mad said, «I don’t like that cat»
|
| I told him «you're my dad, dad. |
| I kind of expect that»
|
| Had a show that night and check in to the Weston
|
| Had time before the show and planned on wasting it, texting
|
| I was in the lobby feeling like the only brown, something like bobby
|
| Watching all the rich folks sipping on Mondabe, he saw me
|
| Snack and a movie, me and him, so lame, I was giggling
|
| But I didn’t really mind cause I was waiting for my guy
|
| To put a ring on my finger, not a hand on my thigh
|
| So why did I ever put myself in that position?
|
| Sitting back wishing that I could just take it all back
|
| And yes, promise if I got that same call
|
| I guarantee that I would never call back
|
| There was no flowers, candles
|
| Didn’t see no fireworks
|
| He barely even knew my name
|
| There was no pleasure, whatsoever
|
| All I know is that it hurt me
|
| And I wish that I could take it away
|
| My first time
|
| Got into the room and it was real quiet
|
| Felt a little weird, I was no longer excited
|
| I turned on the tv but he could only see me
|
| Not once did he even try to find a movie
|
| He leaned in and kissed me for the first time at last
|
| But then I realized he was moving too fast
|
| Forcing me down while I was gently pushing up
|
| And then my gentle wasn’t gentle cause he wasn’t giving up
|
| Grabbed my arms and my hands and held 'em on my chest
|
| Rubbing on my navel started kissing on my neck
|
| Tried unbuttoning my pants to get 'em off, while I tried to get him off
|
| Fighting for my innocence and he just trying to get off
|
| Crying inside and then my tears caught up
|
| He took it all from me, everything that I was proud of
|
| I laid there three hours, numb to the change
|
| Didn’t even have the decency to look me in my face
|
| And when I think back to that night
|
| It’s hard for me not to ask why, why
|
| So I just keep it all inside
|
| So then I think about the next girl like me
|
| She may never make it out the devestory
|
| So I gots to try, while I got this fight
|
| There was no flowers, candles
|
| Didn’t see no fireworks
|
| He barely even knew my name
|
| There was no pleasure, whatsoever
|
| All I know is that it hurt me
|
| And I wish that I could take it away
|
| My first time, why did I ever have to feel that pain
|
| Now I’m never gonna be the same
|
| My first time, why, didn’t have to go down that way
|
| But I know I’m not the one to blame for that night
|
| My first time |