Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Out of town
I can tell
that
by his 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
money
for me
And maybe
credit cards
You dart
around the next
corner
You can't
look
along
Quick
now
All the keys for the door
You can't
look
You don't even know
where you are
You walk
a little
faster
I walk
a little
faster
Sensing
that I
see you
And now
there's
no escape
I can
almost
taste
your dandruff
As I
reach
out
for your
face
And I
strike