Runaway Male Whore

I once met this guy
Used to go out with a friend of mine
He had a tough little secret
A bit of omission, but no lies

He came from a small town
Suitcase, eyes and hair were brown
Nothing really looked mysterious
But word gets around

He had left a silly clue
It wasn’t actually any proof
But you put the pieces together
And suddenly imply the truth

Good reason to run, great story to hide
A matter of what comes back with the tide
His head in turmoil, he starts packing
To save, at last, his dignity, honor and pride.