Street Walking Killer Part 1

The biggest red pumps To boast her smooth legs A tight mini skirt To make the men beg The reddest of lipstick All men would then drool To request her attention They acted like fools But for the right price She was theirs for the time An hour for plenty But less for a dime She smiled when finished For there by the bed She took more than money But left the men dead A calculating vixen With motive to kill But first her desire Was to get a cheap thrill She hadn’t a past No future ahead She loved all the men But preferred them all dead She needed to show them Like her father before This woman was stronger More than a whore She now showed the world She was to be feared For the “Street Walking Killer” Made history this year Twenty three men Had met with their doom After paying for loving They died just too soon