Songtexte Serial Killer - MISKA

And I worry about you, baby,
Walking by yourself and you're such a pretty lady
Walking through the night and you know that I'm debating
Whether not to follow you
Cause maybe then you'll hate me
I see the prints your shoes leave in the snow I'm not too far

I've seen you holding onto your keys, I guess you got a car
With faster walking steps you get in, man, it's getting dark
I barely see your pretty face before the engine starts
Try to get your keys in, but your hands are shaking
I guess you got a reason for your panic taking
Over all your senses you keep looking around
Try to gasp and start the engine maybe I can help you out
I'm walking to your door and I get the anxious look right on your face
I'm too amazed by your looks to understand to

You're not impressed, you look possessed
You try to lock the door, trembling
while I'm out her knocking at your window

"What's up there pretty princess, you need a helping hand?"
I ask politely, maybe I'm too quiet, she don't understand
So I try to offer her some help again, that's how my mama raised me
I'm not crazy, I'm just trying to be brave
She hates me oh I know she hates me
But she's such a pretty lady
Dang she
looks at me like I'm so crazy
I think she's scared of me, just cause I look like that one serial killer that's been on TV
First I smile and then I freeze
No, I can't just let her leave
The last two ones were beautiful
and she'd be number three

But she couldn't have known
Cause they haven't even found them, damn it
Why did I forget to stop and pull them out my car
I really tried to keep them safe, but they just safer with me
But ever since it's cold outside, I'm warming up with whiskey

But now the engine starts
She puts her foot down to the pedal, drives away in panic
And just leaves me here like I'm the devil