Her Breasts Were Still Small - Tribeca

Her breasts were still small

When she put her hand

Her left hand, in my pants

The scene was the grass

The grass by the lake on august the 12th, 1988

We have been drinking all day

The liquor we stole

From my daddy’s shelf

Her breasts were still small

When she put her hand

Her left hand, in my pants

She was so nervous she shook

When I kissed her nipples, she shook

She was so nervous, she she shook

She whispered «you were the first»

I never told her she was the first for me, too