Serial Killer

And I worry about you, baby,

Walking by yourself and you're such a pretty lady

Walking through the night and you know that I'm debating

Whether not to follow you

Cause maybe then you'll hate me

I see the prints your shoes leave in the snow I'm not too far

I've seen you holding onto your keys, I guess you got a car

With faster walking steps you get in, man, it's getting dark

I barely see your pretty face before the engine starts

Try to get your keys in, but your hands are shaking

I guess you got a reason for your panic taking