Like Alixas

She's on the prrrowl
Using those binoculars to find that poor stupid man
He's aging, he's annoyed,
He's cultured and bright
He's wearing business casual  
And he's ruined every relationship he's ever had!!
"A single thirtysomething!" laughed the vacuous girl pipe dream, "... Pathetic!"
the prey wanders through San Francisco at night
and she follows him,
Though he did not want her to.
Through the alleys, through the woods, through the city, she stalks him.
And I watch her..

I want to be the savvy, the conniving
the hot, the firm
The dark and the heavy
The screaming and howling and sobbing and bloodied,
the elements that make a big bad betty
But a twinge of sweetest dolores...
and I want to be just like Alixas.