Agent 44
I'm kneeling on his floor
The gun is in my hands
There's scratches on the door
He's punching out the lights
I'm spittin' in his face
If I fuck him hard enough
He might forget his case
He paid me for the night
Oh, stupid, lonely man
I'm suckin' on his thumb
I'm sittin' on his hand
He hates my boring town
I hate his pretty face
But they call the best in
When they haven't got a trace
There's markings in the woods
There's antlers in the tree
The hunters' hut burned down
The missing tally three
But I cleaned up my mess
I studied for this shit
Not even late for work
Got nothing to admit
The weapon's in the lake
There's chlorine on my hands
I saw this in a film
I think I understand
Oh, pretty little crime
The innocence of girl
The blindness of a man
When lust corrupts his world
Sliding down the pole
Think he wants me
Never lose control
But he wants me
And he fucks me
Like he means it
And he holds me
Like he needs it
He's watching me at work
I'm putting on a show
I'm trying hard not to grin
The shit he doesn't know
He's starting up a brawl
'Cause someone tried to touch
And this is when I know
I've got him in my clutch
Oh, Agent 44
They'll never suspect me
Oh, I am just a girl
How the fuck can that be?
Hidden in plain view
In Walmart lingerie
With motel carpet burns
Whatever will they say?
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