I had never been on a real date before
so I was excited when you wanted to take me out
we went to Brooklyn
where they supposedly had the best
we ate some amazing pasta
and drank a nice bottle of wine
when the bill came
you made me go dutch
in that moment I knew
I never wanted to see you again.
Wasn’t a first date supposed to be special?
Wasn’t I supposed feel special?
In that moment
I didn’t feel special.
Just another girl
who had to split the bill.