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 you 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 out for your face - and I strike!