THE SEA FLATS

Lyrics

If you make it, you're rare
She likes you rare, baby
Tender meat makes her howl
She's chaos on two legs
A blitzkrieg on four
She's a werewolf waiting at your door

And if you see her moving
Might be your last thing
At night she's hunting on the prowl
I doubt you'll catch a glimpse
She moves too quick too catch
You've had it if you hear her growl

Dip your bullets in silver
You might get lucky
She can track your scent for miles and miles
She's got nocturnal vision
She can feel you whisper
And hear your sweat drip to the ground

And if you see her moving
Might be your last thing
At night she's hunting on the prowl
I doubt you'll catch a glimpse
She moves too quick too catch
You've had it if you hear her growl

And if you see her moving
Might be your last thing
At night she's hunting on the prowl
I doubt you'll catch a glimpse
She moves too quick too catch
You've had it if you hear her growl
(Key Change, Baby!)