Couch Slut Lewis

I was new to the road, played my pretty guitar For anyone who would listen 
A girl on her back looks to be asleep 
Her clothes were torn, gashes up her legs and thighs Deep 

I helped her off the couch 
Asked her her name 
If she's OK 
Do you know them? 
Do you? 

She said Some guy raped me in my dumb car last week Who cares who they are? 
I was raped last week in my car 
Who gives a fuck who they are? 

I took my guitar 
And got the shit out of there 
I think about her still 
The blood down her legs and tears in her eyes I'm coming home, Mom 
But I'm sad for her still 
She's stuck in there still 
The spit and handprints all down her neck She looked up at me 
And god was she pissed