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Your smile is a sex crime waiting to unfold

I’ve been watching you at the coffee shop

Dancing with your girl friends at the downtown clubs

Even at choir practice at your church

The hardest part is choosing a perfect victim

You should be flattered I chose you instead of your sister

Your sister, the whore

I’ve been in your home, I know where you sleep

When things go missing and you think you’ve misplaced them

They’ve been placed in a shrine of my bed

Personal photos, hair from your brush, your favourite perfume

Slowly remaking you

Sitting in my car as you exit the gym

Two cars behind you on the express way

Each song I hear a potential soundtrack for abduction

I light another cigarette as you pull off at exit eighteen

Heading home, I will be there before you

I promise