Anis el Cortbawi - Prey Lyrics

She's tipsy and she knows she's trouble
Looking in my direction she's trying to dance
She's gone to moving from side to side
She's tryna make me lose my head
I know her kind
I know the things she can do if I
If I gave her the chance
Another drink another cigarette
She stands by my silhouette
She grabs my hand
Old Fashioned on the rocks
She eyes me like a fox
From under the showerhead
None of her doors have locks
But I'm lying there in my socks
I'm a prisoner to this bed
Angel on my shoulder
Told me not to hold her
But she's a perfect ten
She knows the key to my heart
I should've known from the start
She's played with better men
Then comes the break of dawn
When I walk myself home
And then I'm all alone
She's doing well in another place
Tryna get another taste
For another poor soul