You could invent an explanation.

She dressed in cheery colors. Orange and pink.
She wished there was some pill she could take.
-Sorry I couldn’t make the party- she said.
-You could invent an explanation.-

-Middle-class white girls were the rule, not the exception

They tipically had access to illegal abortion.-

 
There was no one around
Who could explain
Why she felt such pain.
-Hug me. Fuck me.-
Where’s she gonna go?
-Tease me. Please me.-
-It’s pretty wet out, I think we get the car.-
-Were you out with your one and only last night?-

 She wished there was some guy she could love.
She waited for someone to come pick her up.

There was no one around who could explain why she felt such pain
-Hug me. Fuck me.- Where’s she gonna go? –Tease me. Please me.-

 Non so che scrivere, non so che dire, che pensare, che fare.

Quel buco nel muro che hai fatto senza pensarci, a cui ti sei abituato, non ci fai più caso.
Ma sul quale lo sguardo ogni tanto ti cade, e un po' ti dà fastidio...

Che farne, se nel buco vive un ragno velenoso?