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Her face caught in the headlamp glare, There waiting for a ride. Stood all alone - so far from home, He beckons her inside.A smile that has two meanings -slips his fat hand to her knee, But swiftly learns how quick to turn this woman scorned can be. Her flesh was all he wanted - But his blood was what she got, And did he dream of scenes x-ratedwhen she showed him Salem's lot? Now the hunted is the hunterwith a heart as cold as steel, See the emtpy rear view mirror showing Catherine at the wheel. Down in the park - just after dark Girl crying 'neath a tree. Begs " Can you help please mister? - mummy left and forgot me."" My you're out late my dear" exclaims the shabby, strange old man, Who hidden in teh bushes finds a lion in his lamb. She's a killer with a conscience -and a bite too sharp to feel, This child sat on the roundabout is Catehrine at the wheel. And if you could you'd kill them twice - How sweet revenge can be,' Gainst those you've sent to that place with no fury next to thee. Her flesh was all they wanted - But their blood was what she got, And did they dream of scenes x-ratedwhen she showed them Salem's lot? She's a killer with a conscience -and a heart as cold as steel, She's the hunter not the hunted -with a bite too sharp to feel. Her flesh was all they wanted - But their blood was what she got, And did they dream of scenes x-ratedwhen she showed them Salem's lot? Catherine's at the wheel.
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