Victoria's Secret Tits

She is a prowler in the dark dressed up all in black
Carves runes on bark with her trusty old 
Jackknife held high above her 
Head held high against the wind
As she walks through a forest dark
And her boots make a splash in a dark, deep
Pooltable in the center of the bar where she 
Touches a girl unsuspecting of what
Lies beneath those dark clothes

A glorious night for hunting humans
Dark enough to hide her confusion
Denying the truth, covering it all up
Those magnificent long shanks

Hand in hand in a dark alley
Lifting a skirt, it's not her own
She doesn't know what she is
Hunter or hunted, don't know which

Alone in her bed she unbuttons her jeans
Takes off her shirt reveals a body lean
Her torso taped all
Up on the wall hangs a pair of 
Black whips down on the floor
Lay a set of straps carrying her very own
Soul shivering inside her mind
Debating whether she should
Carry on hiding or take a look outside

Fear gnawing at her breast
A fluttering heart beneath her chest
Pressure building it's almost too much
Still she's aching for that single touch

Wondering, wondering how would it feel
To be what you are to stand up and fight
Crying, trying how hard it is
Just to release all that you feel
Coming up, coming up from deep within
Hiding no more enjoying the sin
Bullets flying in your direction
But it's just a part of your perfection
Come on now beautiful just reach out
You're almost there out from nowhere
Lick it up, lick it up see how it feels
Stand alone for all to see

A glorious night for hunting humans
Dark enough to hide her wicked grin
Accepting the truth, letting it all shine
Those magnificent long shanks

Hand in hand in a dark alley
Lifting a skirt, it's not her own
She knows who she is and what she's for
A hunter just burst out through the door