the prey

Youre from out of town
I can tell that by your shoes
Flew in for the convention
Getting tipsy in a bar
Youre leaving pretty late
Gotta get up in the morning
Thinking shes just too expensive
And you know youre＃
Probably＃
Right
Theres no one on the streets
And you cant find your hotel
You walk a little faster
◇someones following you
The wallet-size bulge
In your double-knit butt
Has money for me
And maybe credit cards
You dart around the next corner
You cant look around
Quick now, fish for the keys for the door
You dont even know where you are
You walk a little faster
I walk a little faster
Sensing that i sense you
Now theres no escape
I can almost taste your dandruff
As i reach for your face
◇and i strike