As I stand in this windowless room,
the last button falls
With a resounding tinkle.
And you come just one step closer,
And you think its just one of those nights,
And you would move away in the morn
But you are 75 years too young,
Too young to know
That tonight I can gobble you up,
And the wine has sharpened my teeth,
And my insides await you
Just like my skin.