To The Man That Catcalled Me Last Night

Yeah, I heard you 

I just don't want to answer

Your crude 'tude 

Made me dash 

Like Prancer 

Your drunk ass don't got no class 

Should be home 

Ended up alone, fast

I'm underage, I'm overtired 

You'll regret this when I retire

You drink to forget 

But imma make you remember

Your catcallin' club? 

Don't got no female members

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