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


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

Quick now, fish for the keys for the door
You don't even know where you are


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 for your face
-And I strike