When I was seven

My best friend became my lover

I licked parts I never knew of before

(Not by choice) But that day I became whore

When I was eleven

I moved onto bigger and better things

My tally was up to four

(Not by choice) But that day I was whore

When I was seventeen

I was pinned against my will

Felt pain that I had never felt before

(Not by choice) But I was made into a whore

When I was nineteen

I met a man - who loved me

I had no shame in wanting more

(He's the first) To not make me feel like a whore