The Prey

You're from out of town

I can tell that by your shoes

Flew in for the convention

Gettin' tipsy in a barYou're leavin' pretty late

Gotta get up in the mornin'

Thinkin' she's just too expensive

And you know, you're

Probably

RightThere's no one on the streets

And you can't find your hotel

You walk a little faster

Someone's followin' youThe wallet size bulge

In your double knit butt

Has money for me

And maybe credit cardsYou dart around the next corner

You can't look around

Quick now, fish for the keys for the door

You don't even know where you areYou walk a little faster

I walk a little faster

Sensin' that I sense you

Now there's no escapeI can almost taste your dandruff

As I reach out for your face

And I strike