Couch Slut - Couch Slut Lewis

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I was new to the road, played my pretty guitar
For anyone who would listen
A girl on her back looks to be asleep
Her clothes were torn, gashes up her legs and thighs
Deep

I helped her off the couch
Asked her her name
If she’s OK
“Do you know them?
Do you?”

She said “Some guy raped me in my dumb car last week
Who cares who they are?
I was raped last week in my car
Who gives a fuck who they are?”

I took my guitar
And got the shit out of there
I think about her still
The blood down her lеgs and tears in her eyеs
I’m coming home, Mom
But I’m sad for her still
She’s stuck in there still
The spit and handprints all down her neck
She looked up at me
And god was she pissed

Release Date: April 19, 2024

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The song "Couch Slut" by Couch Slut Lewis tells a harrowing story of a young woman who has been sexually assaulted. The lyrics describe the narrator's encounter with the girl, who is in a distressed state with torn clothes and injuries on her legs and thighs. The girl reveals that she was raped in a car by an unknown perpetrator, emphasizing the trauma and disregard for her well-being. The narrator, feeling a mix of sadness and anger, helps the girl off the couch and tries to offer support. The song conveys a sense of helplessness and frustration in the face of such a horrific act, highlighting the ongoing impact of sexual violence on its victims.

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