one shot leads to another

Hit the bar at happy hour even though I came alone

 

figured I'd have two, maybe three shots and then I'd head for home

 

each shot add to the effects of the first

 

they went down with ease but never really quenched my thirst

 

as I relaxed I began to socialize

 

losing track I drank more shots than I realized

 

a woman whispered in my ear "you look like a lonely one"

 

then she smiled, grabbed my hand and said "lets go have some fun"

 

back at her place things got crazy and wild

 

I would have never went had I known she had a husband and child

 

the bedroom door busted open and a loud voice said "JUST WHAT I F*CKING THOUGHT!"

 

and before I could explian or escape I had been shot

 

a ride in the ambulance to the nearest physician

 

at the hospital they were able to remedy my painful condition

 

a week later and I was having issues down below

 

seems I wasn't the only one who went to that womans fun time show

 

back to the doctor to find out what disease I got

 

he told me it wasn't a forever kind, curable with a shot

 

one shot leads to another, whether or not you want it too

 

I got more shots than I bargined for, well at least two