[Verse 1]
Another Friday night, another neon sprawl,
She’s lingering on the edge, posted by the wall.
Drink in hand, bored expression on display,
Like she’s too good for this whole cliché.
And me? I’m the guy with smoke on his breath,
Plotting the quickest route to a clean, quiet death—
Of her perfectly planned, perfectly dull routine.
Five steps, one outcome. Every path leads to me.
[Pre-Chorus]
The air’s thick with cheap, saccharine perfume,
But I’ve got radar slicing through the gloom.
This ain’t romance, darling—it’s conquest by design,
Just charting the fastest way to cross her line.
[Chorus]
I switch 'em on—these Predator Eyes,
A gleam so sharp it never lies.
They skip the small talk, dodge the charm and disguise,
Go straight for the cracks, the unguarded replies.
Locked in, zoomed tight, razor-sharp and clean,
Target acquired—the finest thing I’ve seen.
It’s a cold stare in a warm, dim room,
Just counting down the ticks to the boom.
[Verse 2]
I fix my collar, run a hand through the mess
The ritual before the moment of success.
One breath in, half-swagger, half-feigned cool,
Because effort, my friend, deserves its own rule.
I walk the line with a casual stride,
Like I’m the only one here who’s truly alive.
She lifts her chin, plays it distant and smooth,
But I’ve read the chapter—I wrote the move.
[Pre-Chorus]
She thinks she’s a mystery, a lock with no key,
But I’ve seen the pattern—I know her circuitry.
It’s not affection, honey—it’s precision and pace,
Just closing the gap before sealing the case.
[Chorus]
I switch 'em on—these Predator Eyes,
A gleam so sharp it never lies.
They skip the small talk, dodge the charm and disguise,
Go straight for the cracks, the unguarded replies.
Locked in, zoomed tight, razor-sharp and clean,
Target acquired—the finest thing I’ve seen.
It’s a cold stare in a warm, dim room,
Just counting down the ticks to the boom.
[Bridge]
It’s all in the timing—the joke, the lean, the smoke,
The whisper that lands like a well-placed stroke.
I could flatter her, spin some grand design,
But truth is—I just want the next ten minutes to be mine.
She’ll fall for the illusion, the man who “gets it,”
While I’m already planning the fastest way to regret it.
It’s a beautiful distraction, a flickering glow,
I’ve seen the credits before the curtain starts to slow.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
I switch 'em on—these Predator Eyes,
A gleam so sharp it never lies.
They skip the small talk, dodge the charm and disguise,
Go straight for the cracks, the unguarded replies.
Locked in, zoomed tight, razor-sharp and clean,
Target acquired—the finest thing I’ve seen.
It’s a cold stare in a warm, dim room,
Just counting down the ticks to the boom.
[Outro]
Tick. Tick.
She looks at me.
Boom.
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