You looked at me, and asked me, “How are you doing?’ I stared straight ahead and asked, “Where are we going?†You said, “I have a place I know that I’d like to show you.†I said, “I not so sure, because, I don’t really know you.†You said, “I think you’ll like it. You just have to trust me.†I’m thinking to myself, “Is this weird, or is it just me?†Something about your eyes said, “Your secret is safe.†Something about your smile said, “I just want a taste.’ I said, “I’ve never done this, well, not with a girl.†You told me that you had, and it’s a whole different world. That little voice inside is saying, “Bootsie, be alert!†“Every time you love someone you tend to wind up getting’ hurt.†I throw caution to the wind, and settle back in my seat. You said, “There are some people that I want you to meet.†“They’re girls I know from school that like to party and play.†And I’m just thinkin’, “Help me God. I’ve forgotten how to pray!†I wonder who I am ………. I wonder what I am ………. I wonder who I am ………... Tell me what I am! We pull up in front, and you jump right out, and you run up to the door. I look to the left and the right, there’s twenty cars, and maybe more. “Come on,†you yell, “and get your ass in here!†“Leave your jacket in the car, it’s time to dance and grab a beer!†I said, “It’s been a while since I danced. I’m no good in a crowd.†You grabbed me by the hand and said, “For cryin’ out loud.†“Just dance with me, dammit. You think too much.†All I can remember is that very first touch. Song after song, we drank and danced the night away. You made me feel like everything was gonna be okay. And then you pulled my hair back and planted our first kiss. My mind went blank, the room was spinning, I asked myself this… I wonder who I am ……… I wonder what I am ……… Is this who I am? ……… Is this what I am? ……… The radio woke me up at six, the song was ‘Sleeping with a Stranger,’ I thought to myself, “Sounds like us. I hope I’m not in danger.†You said, “I’ve got a class at eight, so I really need to get going.†I said, “I need a shower, and some breakfast,†not knowing, Who I am ……... What I am ……... Is this who I am? ………. Is this what I am? ………. I gathered up all my stuff, and did the ‘walk of shame.’ I did it once before last year, but this wasn’t the same. They say you never forget your first time being in love. I’m sure this isn’t gonna be what I’m thinking of, but, This is who I am! ………. This is what I am! ………. That’s right, …… This is who I am!