The Prey

You're from out of town
 I can tell that by your shoes
 Flew in for the convention
 Getting tipsy in a bar
 You're leaving pretty late
 Gotta get up in the morning
 Thinking she's just too expensive
 And you know you're probably right
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 There's no one on the streets
 And you can't find your hotel
 You walk a little faster
 Someone's 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 can't look around
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 Quick now, fish for the keys for the door
 You don't even know where you are
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 You walk a little faster
 I walk a little faster
 Sensing that I sense you
 Now there's no escape
 I can almost taste your dandruff
 As I reach out for your face
 And I strike