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