I was sitting with a friend one night, talking about first loves. I rambled on...Yeah, my first love was my boyfriend in high school. We had our first kiss on a hammock outside. He called me, "My sweet," because that's what they say in Hemingway novels. Etc. Etc. (That really was my first love. I was 15). He then story-topped mine. He got really quiet for a moment and then said, "My first love was when I was 11. She was nine. Her name was ****." I interrupted, "Aw, cute! When was your first kiss?" He said, "I never kissed her. We just held hands all the time. We'd sit together on a hay stack outside, or by our secret tree. Her dad used to share her with his friends for entertainment." I asked, "What do you mean?" He looked down and said, "Ya know. They'd all come over for a football game or something, and then he'd let them take her in a bedroom...." I was absolutely shocked. "You didn't do anything? And all these GROWN MEN thought it was okay? All of them?" He shrugged. "I was too young...I didn't know who to tell. I wish I did say something.... But, when she was with me...she felt safe. I told her I loved her all the time and would take care of her." He shrugged again. "One of his dad's friends got her name and painted it on his truck." I was even more shocked. "He did what? And no one noticed or thought it was weird!? How do these things happen?" He shrugged again. "It was a weird time...a weird neighborhood." He paused. "I wish I would have said something." I asked, "Well, what happened to her?" He said, "I tried to find her on the internet once but I couldn't. I don't know what happened to her."
I thought on his terrible story for a few days, and then I also thought...."Where is she? What became of her?" And then I decided that ... if she didn't get her vengeance... if she didn't get her revenge...I was going to give it to her, in this song. All of a sudden I started day dreaming, and thought of her as a girl in black, running across roofs, catapulting from the ceilings of tall buildings like a MISSION IMPOSSIBLE chick. Running on moving trains, hitting targets from miles away with her hand guns. She became this...weird kinda super hero to me. And then I thought about her going back for all those men who hurt her. She had, as the lyrics say, "A bullet with their names," and she was coming to get her revenge! I know it sounds kinda silly, but it made me happy to think of an alternative ending to her story. And of course I wouldn't want someone to go shooting everyone's brains out. 100 years in jail would be more like it, but sometimes I get carried away, and she just looked so cool in my head as some kind of CIA chick with guns on her thigh holsters and an evil "Cat woman-ish" glint in her eye. Go get 'em girl, and then "walk away!
ฉันนั่งอยู่กับเพื่อนเที่ยว พูดถึงรักแรก ฉัน rambled ใน...ใช่ รักแรกของฉันคือ แฟนของฉันในโรงเรียนมัธยม เรามีจูบแรกของเราบนเปลญวนนอก เขาเรียกว่าฉัน "สวาท เนื่องจากเป็นสิ่งที่เขาพูดในนิยายเฮมิงเวย์ ฯลฯ ฯลฯ (ซึ่งจริง ๆ เป็นรักแรกของฉัน ผม 15) เขาแล้วเรื่องราดเหมือง เขามีจริง ๆ เงียบครู่แล้ว กล่าว ว่า "รักแรกได้เมื่อ 11 เธอถึงเก้า ชื่อเธอ *** " ผมขัดจังหวะ "Aw น่ารัก เมื่อถูกจูบแรกของคุณ" เขากล่าวว่า "ฉันไม่รั้งเธอไว้ เราเพียงแค่จัดมือตลอดเวลา เราจะนั่งกันบนกองเฮย์นอก หรือแผนภูมิของเราลับ เธอพ่อใช้เธอร่วมกับเพื่อนของเขาเพื่อความบันเทิง" ถาม "ไม่คุณหมายถึงอะไร" เขามองลงไป และกล่าว ว่า "ยารู้ว่า พวกเขาจะมาผ่านเกมฟุตบอลหรือบางสิ่งบางอย่าง และจากนั้น เขาจะให้เวลาเธอในห้องนอน..." ผมตกใจ "คุณไม่ได้ทำอะไร และทุกคนเหล่านี้เติบโตขึ้นคิดว่า มันเป็นไร ทั้งหมดของพวกเขา " เขายักไหล่ "ผมยังเด็กเกินไป...ผมไม่ทราบที่บอก ฉันต้องการไม่ได้พูดอะไรบางอย่าง... ได้ เมื่อเธอกับ me...she รู้สึกปลอดภัย ฉันบอกเธอฉันรักเธอตลอดเวลา และจะดูแลเธอ" เขายักไหล่อีก "หนึ่งในเพื่อนของพ่อของเขามีชื่อของเธอ และทาสีบนรถบรรทุกของเขา" ผมตกใจมาก "เขาทำอะไร และไม่มีใครสังเกตเห็น หรือคิดว่า มันแปลก วิธีทำสิ่งเหล่านี้เกิดขึ้น" เขายักไหล่อีก "ก็เลยมีเวลา...ย่านแปลก" เขาหยุดชั่วคราว "ฉันต้องการผมจะได้พูดอะไร" ถาม "ดี เกิดอะไรขึ้นกับเธอ" เขากล่าวว่า "พยายามที่จะพบเธอบนอินเทอร์เน็ตเพียงครั้งเดียว แต่ผมไม่ ฉันไม่รู้ว่าเกิดอะไรขึ้นกับเธอ" I thought on his terrible story for a few days, and then I also thought...."Where is she? What became of her?" And then I decided that ... if she didn't get her vengeance... if she didn't get her revenge...I was going to give it to her, in this song. All of a sudden I started day dreaming, and thought of her as a girl in black, running across roofs, catapulting from the ceilings of tall buildings like a MISSION IMPOSSIBLE chick. Running on moving trains, hitting targets from miles away with her hand guns. She became this...weird kinda super hero to me. And then I thought about her going back for all those men who hurt her. She had, as the lyrics say, "A bullet with their names," and she was coming to get her revenge! I know it sounds kinda silly, but it made me happy to think of an alternative ending to her story. And of course I wouldn't want someone to go shooting everyone's brains out. 100 years in jail would be more like it, but sometimes I get carried away, and she just looked so cool in my head as some kind of CIA chick with guns on her thigh holsters and an evil "Cat woman-ish" glint in her eye. Go get 'em girl, and then "walk away!
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I was sitting with a friend one night, talking about first loves. I rambled on...Yeah, my first love was my boyfriend in high school. We had our first kiss on a hammock outside. He called me, "My sweet," because that's what they say in Hemingway novels. Etc. Etc. (That really was my first love. I was 15). He then story-topped mine. He got really quiet for a moment and then said, "My first love was when I was 11. She was nine. Her name was ****." I interrupted, "Aw, cute! When was your first kiss?" He said, "I never kissed her. We just held hands all the time. We'd sit together on a hay stack outside, or by our secret tree. Her dad used to share her with his friends for entertainment." I asked, "What do you mean?" He looked down and said, "Ya know. They'd all come over for a football game or something, and then he'd let them take her in a bedroom...." I was absolutely shocked. "You didn't do anything? And all these GROWN MEN thought it was okay? All of them?" He shrugged. "I was too young...I didn't know who to tell. I wish I did say something.... But, when she was with me...she felt safe. I told her I loved her all the time and would take care of her." He shrugged again. "One of his dad's friends got her name and painted it on his truck." I was even more shocked. "He did what? And no one noticed or thought it was weird!? How do these things happen?" He shrugged again. "It was a weird time...a weird neighborhood." He paused. "I wish I would have said something." I asked, "Well, what happened to her?" He said, "I tried to find her on the internet once but I couldn't. I don't know what happened to her."
I thought on his terrible story for a few days, and then I also thought...."Where is she? What became of her?" And then I decided that ... if she didn't get her vengeance... if she didn't get her revenge...I was going to give it to her, in this song. All of a sudden I started day dreaming, and thought of her as a girl in black, running across roofs, catapulting from the ceilings of tall buildings like a MISSION IMPOSSIBLE chick. Running on moving trains, hitting targets from miles away with her hand guns. She became this...weird kinda super hero to me. And then I thought about her going back for all those men who hurt her. She had, as the lyrics say, "A bullet with their names," and she was coming to get her revenge! I know it sounds kinda silly, but it made me happy to think of an alternative ending to her story. And of course I wouldn't want someone to go shooting everyone's brains out. 100 years in jail would be more like it, but sometimes I get carried away, and she just looked so cool in my head as some kind of CIA chick with guns on her thigh holsters and an evil "Cat woman-ish" glint in her eye. Go get 'em girl, and then "walk away!
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