| Her face caught in the headlamp glare,
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| There waiting for a ride.
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| Stood all alone — so far from home,
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| He beckons her inside.
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| A smile that has two meanings —
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| slips his fat hand to her knee,
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| But swiftly learns how quick to turn this woman scorned can be.
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| Her flesh was all he wanted —
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| But his blood was what she got,
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| And did he dream of scenes x-rated
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| when she showed him Salem’s lot?
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| Now the hunted is the hunter
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| with a heart as cold as steel,
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| See the empty rear view mirror showing
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| Catherine at the wheel.
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| Down in the park — just after dark,
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| Girl crying 'neath a tree.
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| Begs «Can you help please mister? |
| — mummy left and forgot me.»
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| «My, you’re out late my dear"exclaims the shabby, strange old man,
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| Who hidden in the bushes finds a lion in his lamb.
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| She’s a killer with a conscience —
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| and a bite too sharp to feel,
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| This child sat on the roundabout is Catherine at the wheel.
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| And if you could you’d kill them twice —
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| How sweet revenge can be,
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| 'Gainst those you’ve sent to that place with no fury next to thee.
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| Her flesh was all they wanted —
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| but their blood was what she got,
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| And did they dream of scenes x-rated
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| when she showed them Salem’s lot?
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| She’s a killer with a conscience —
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| and a heart as cold as steel,
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| She’s the hunter not the hunted —
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| with a bite too sharp to feel.
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| Her flesh was all they wanted —
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| but their blood was what she got,
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| And did they dream of scenes x-rated
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| when she showed them Salem’s lot?
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| Catherine’s at the wheel. |