Florida Panther

They swam in pools of bottled water
They kissed in booths and catering
So he puts on the shirt with pockets
And decides he’d like to go hunting
His fanboat dancing in the mangrove
Blue crab buried in the sand
They say you’re never quite the same
After you’ve seen a Florida panther
Not everybody loves a call girl
With tattoos of tarantulas
She says she’s never felt so happy
Now knowing that I never was