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?

Fumbing around a cigarette
Smoked it to the ash and then lit up again
Blowing smoke rings
Blind 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 nothing I can do you gotta understand
You see, he had this walk
I mean, down pat and
No he wasn't going my direction so I just kinda turned and I
I had to, I was a woman 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 8th 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, you're under arrest!