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