I was no whore.
I was no bitch.
Never roamed the streets.
Never liked the thrill.

I was shy, quiet.
I was innocent, young.
Poor, unfortunate.
Illiterate, uneducated.

Met him at the grocery,
Wooed me since that day.
Head over heels...
I loved him so.

He was not poor,
But educated...
He could bring me out of my hell,
And make me whole.

Brought me to a motel;
I knew what was next.
Tried to stop him,
But passion conquered reason.

One night of passion,
There sprang the life.
Few weeks later,
Told him I had his child.

Promised that he'd marry me.
Tears of joy
Filled my eyes.
It was a dream come true.

Days and weeks passed,
But he never returned.
Then this woman came.
Said she was his wife.

Called me a bitch, a whore...
Told me to leave him alone,
Said he loved her
More that he did me.

Called her a liar,
But I knew it was the truth.
I have his bastard son.
I have it inside of me.

Slammed the door in her face.
Don't ever come back.
Leave me alone.
Go away.

This seed inside of me,
This is his bastard son...
Said he'd marry me,
But now he's gone.

Who to blame?
The father,
My lover?
Or this innocent little whore?

Neglected love.
Forbidden love.
Broken promises.
Painful consequences.