Murder On The Dance Floor

I've got your number,
I've realised your game,
You **** them all over,
Make them go insane,

Out on the town,
You'll seduce any man you feel,
Little do they realise,
That you're out to kill

You pull them under,
Give them half a chance,
Feed them all this bullsh*t,
How you want love and romance.

You take what you want,
Before pushing the dagger in,
Blood spurts across the floor,
You've pushed the blade deep within.

Once the money is all gone,
Sex becomes a chore,
You go looking for someone else,
To kill upon the dance floor.