The Hunter
She said I'm bored I think it's time I left
She hopped in her car, headed west
She left him waiting and wanting more
At least she's pretty
A shame she's a whore
I can't say I blame her
She has her own life to live
It's the girls like her
Who make it so hard to give
Nothing matters
But a notch in her bedpost
It's a race to the end
To see who can get the most
It's the bad girls who trick the good guys
Dress her up it's all a disguise
She's a wolf on the prowl
With her bedroom eyes
She's the ruse of the day
A savior she'll say
She's dolled herself up
Heads out for the night
She's looking to smear
Her nose cocaine white
It's the same places
Just different faces
There’s a thrill in the hunt for her
There’s a power hidden deep in her skirt
The mirrors will break
And her nose will bleed
It’ll splatter the ground
Coat her shaking hands
Beauty is only skin deep
It hurts most when it fades
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