On the Prowl

It’s such a sad state of affairs
Your drunk-brick silhouette
It’s such a shame to see all the kids
Holding their cigarettes
The neon lights outshine
Their pretty little faces still remain
I don’t blame you for thinking that way
They always come when I whisper
Come a little bit closer now
Won’t you baby?
Just a little bit closer now
You hear what I’m saying?
Come a little bit closer now
Won’t you baby?
Just a little bit closer now
Don’t keep me waiting
What do you say?
You can close the book on me if I make you feel that way
I’ve grown used to keeping secrets
And ignoring what people say
With a shape so smooth
She moves like silver smoke
I don’t blame you for keeping your morals
But they always come when I whisper
Come a little bit closer now
Won’t you baby?
Just a little bit closer now
You hear what I’m saying?
Come a little bit closer now
Won’t you baby?
Just a little bit closer now
Don’t keep me waiting
What do you say?