It isn't what it looks like

I was walking home one night from a business date
It was cold out, though it didn't look so late
By the alley, I walked, South of Morris Park
But I hurried since it'd soon get dark

The streets, covered in rain at my feet
It was warm and actually very sweet
I held an umbrella in one hand, a bag in the other
I was covered from head to toe in silk
oh dear, what would I tell my mother

The apartment was just around the corner
I took my bag and slung it over my shoulder
Then I glanced at my shoes and groaned
My shoes were ruined and these I didn't own

I got to the door and rummaged through my bag for the key
It didn't take long, but I did search more then three
The house was quiet..well, except for those sounds
They came from my parent's bedroom, low at first, then pretty loud

I clambered to the second landing and tip-toed to their room
I must say, it's like walking through a tunnel of doom
I peeked through the keyhole and saw two bodies
But they weren't my mother, my father or my older sister Dotty

I flung open the door and shouted at the top of my lungs
"Who the hell are you? What the F**K is going on?!"
I yanked the covers off before my blood pressure began to spike
...It was my boyfriend and my roommate, "Babe, this isn't what it looks like."