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07/17/04

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SHE'S A HEADHUNTER

She's a headhunter,
A fast bad momma.
She's a headhunter,
A hot hot number.
She's a headhunter,
Lookin' for some flesh.
She's a connoisseur cannibal,
An' she's tasted the best.

She searches the city nights,
Lookin' for a man,
Got to satisfy her appetites,
Just as fast as she can.
Out to fulfill her delights.
With eyes, quicker than the hand.
Beware, her love bites.

When she spots her prey,
There ain't much of a chase.
She just leads them astray,
Back to her place.
And there they stay.
Gone without a trace.

She's a headhunter,
Don't let her,
Get her,
Hooks into you.
She's a headhunter,
Because,
If she does,
There ain't nothing you can do.
She's a headhunter,
Likes to make human stew.
She's a headhunter,
Make a meal out of you.

I've seen her take 'em away,
Like lambs lead by the butcher.
To the place to be slayed,
Or chained up like a prisoner,
In her secret lair.
Slaves to her desires.
Never to be seen again.

She'll eat you alive.
Or throw you in the pot.
Either way you won't survive,
'Cause it gets boiling hot.
On your meat she will thrive.

She's a headhunter,
Her passion is never tame.
She's a headhunter,
A hit an' run dame.
She's a headhunter,
Playin' a cat an' mouse game.
She's a headhunter,
Let her catch you,
An' you'll never be the same.

Any man,
To her,
Is easy prey.
Beware the massacre,
Unless you're gay.
And if you think,
You see her,
With eyes full of hunger.
Lookin' at you,
Like you're the next entree,
On her menu.
Well that's the time to flee.
'Cause if you only knew,
'Bout her favorite recipe.
It's her specialty.
An exotic delicacy.
She calls,
"Tube steak fricassee."

She's a headhunter,
Your bones become part of her collection.
She's a headhunter,
After she performed your dissection.
She's a headhunter,
Hungry all the time.
A big city cannibal.
Sleek an' super-fine.
She's a headhunter,
Look out!
She's gonna,
SCALP YA!
 

 

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