He says,
I’m pretty,
He thinks that I’m beautiful,
And he sees the pain in my eyes,
He says,
He can help me.

He doesn’t lie,
Unlike other men,
He doesn’t force me, 
You know, in that way,
I get to choose,
He always lets me choose.

He lets me be on top,
Other men want me below,
And all submissive,
But him,
He’s different,
And he thinks I’m special.

He thinks I’m so special,
That’s why he listens,
No one else listens,
They don’t let me talk too long,
They think I’m stupid,
So they make me keep quiet.

But him,
He knows how very smart I am,
And I let him,
 Feel me,
Way beneath my curves,
Deep into my soul.

Him, he’s amazing,
He’s perfect on my tongue,
Knowing the secrets that only true lovers know,
He understands all this pain,
This pain that keeps me awake at night,
And he makes it go away.

But he’s my secret,
I can’t let a soul know,
Not even my mother,
Not even my father,
I won’t even let myself admit,
That his name is vodka.