I've been to the edge of the cliff, I've seen our doom
Lightening crashes in the distance as she walks into the room
Everyone has their opinion, nobody can refrain from their talk
High Heels and Lipstick are your weapons tonight unaware of your stalk.
The click on the floor, gaining ground I can't take no more
Choosing your prey, scanning the floor
Unaware of your predatory ways, seeing his demise
Can't take much more
Like an animal ready to pounce, the weapons of her trade
Hiding amongst...