fI saw your face as I walked in
Mark Jacobs jeans and a cool pulp pen
Too shy to talk, to walk your way
A few more drinks and I'm ready to play
You know the game, you play it well
Soon we're kissing in the dark stairwell
You make me sweat I think it's time
I'll eat you up - your place or mine?
Hunting season, it's over now
Make me come, I'll show you how
Clothes lay dead on the sticky floor
Don't stop please, I'm hungry for more
Got you in my sights and you know that I'm coming
revving up my engine and the motor's running
I get what I want and I don't need a reason
hot on your trail cause it's hunting season