She told me she was a virgin.
I believed she was a virgin.
But there was no way to tell.
She lived seven thousand miles away, this exotic belle.
We exchanged hundreds of letters.
We exchanged hundreds of photos.
Too late I found it all a lie.
She was already married to some other guy.
She had played the card of Hymen to my Simple Simon.
Got herself a free college education
and every cent of my money with her many ” I love you Robert, honey.”
While I sat at home with eager smiles
Sure I was gonna pop her cherry one day
in the very finest of styles.