From Winona, With Love

Here's a story, of a trusting girl
She had lunch, with an aspiring filmmaker
Met at Kopi, exchanged their ideas
Thought it went well, he was professional

But things got creepy, when she arrived at home
Got a message, he said was a lil' surprise
Checked her inbox, to find out in horror
A picture montage, of her on the internet

Trouble- isn't what she asked for
Breakdown- in her state of mind
Some say he's just harmless
But he's crossed the line.
Hey

Gave him a chance, maybe meant nothing
She felt sorry, mask of a lonely guy
He invited, her up to his joint
Made her dinner, sign of a gentleman

So where's the film at, hey why's it in your room?
Makeshift office? Or Don Juan's Love Resort?
Sorry my friend, I've gotta get going
Don't let me stop you, from making love to your hand.

Trouble- isn't what she asked for
Breakdown- in her state of mind
Some say he's just harmless
But he's crossed the line.
Hey

He ran to her
Now so desperate
She kicked his groin
And sent the message

She had left him
There to hang
Walked out with her
Head up high