Lady Scarface

We had a date, 12th Street at eight

If you're gonna be there, don't be late

Instructed as such without a soft touch

If it would've mattered, it didn't too much

I waited for you, a minute or two

Well, just what kind of a girl do you think I am?

Fumbling around a cigarette

Smoked it to the ash and then lit up again

Blowing smoke rings blind in the air

If you're comin', baby, you're just two in a rears

I'm too impatient and you're just too late

My attention span is just not that great

Then this young kinda guy walked right on by me

He couldn't have been more than sixteen

There's just nothin' I can do, you just gotta understand

You see, he had this walk, I mean, down pat

And no, he wasn't goin' my direction

So I just kinda turned around, I had to

I was really possessed, I mean I wasn't myself

I was so close, I crept like a cat

Visions of seduction lurking under my hat

He was so young, such innocence

If I had control, I didn't feel any yet

I couldn't be heard, not a sound did I make

If this is the real thing there's just no need to fake

So now was the time, the crucial eighth mile

If I had to do it, it would be with a smile

A tap on his back, a slip of my belt

He turned around and I knew that the ground would melt

I put on the ice, the smile was gone

Hey, baby, and the rest