Hangin' on the Fold

A Tribe Called Quest - The Infamous Date Rape

Walking in the room, hand in hand
With a boy pretending to be a man
Forget it, girl - story's been told
A thousand shirts hangin' on the fold

Telling people she thought she'd trust
Blessed to believe it wasn't her lust
Lost in knowing what's certain
Man couldn't stand what was lurking
Using his strength to get it working
Forget it, girl - story's been told
A thousand shirts hangin' on the fold

All she wishes is to share
For only pain can stain those who care
Story's been told, falls on deaf ears
"Why when I speak, can't they hear?"
A Tribe Called Quest left it on tape
No one's left right in the infamous date rape
Forget it, girl - story's been told
A thousand shirts hangin' on the fold

All know who's right and who's wrong
'Cept for those scarred in something lifelong