The Kill of the Season

by L. $hamPain

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I’m on a mission:
The kill of the season.
Black dress, high heels,
Lipstick — Done Deal.
I’m on a mission:
The kill of the season.

I… I’m gonna get that, gonna get that guy.
I…
I…
I’m gonna get that, gonna get that guy.

He won’t know what hit him:
A sucker punch. No kiddin’.
Good girl, quick switch —
Downtown, bad bitch.
He won’t know what hit him:
A sucker punch. No kiddin’.

Chorus

Black dress, high heels,
Lipstick — Done Deal.
No way out.
Boy, you’re dead meat now.

Chorus

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released July 28, 2015
Written & recorded by L. $hamPain
Mastered at Whitewater Recordings

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Sounds like... Howard Hughes’ mind on a steamy summer night in 1936, electrified with champaign-soaked bubbles & all of his neurons synapsing endlessly between light & dark, Las Vegas & solitude, being the predator & being the prey.

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