The Killing Floor

[Verse: Steelyvibe]
This chick goes up to the bar
Silver jumpsuit and tangerine hair
She orders a triple scotch, no ice and one Coke
The barman has more sense than to ask for the money
Some sat ol' guy at the bar already has his wallet open
She says to him "When two cats are too few and three are too many?"
What then? Before he can answer she is gone
She runs her hands through her hair
The killing floor beckons
The crowd moved to give her space
She curls, and swirls and spins
She twirls, contorts and twists
Swerves, stoops and spirals
Someone touches her and she turns around
She points her fingers like a gun and mouths "Pow!"
The drinks come, the lights flash, the music blasts
The night wears unrelent loosely
Time marches regardlessly
Then the club comes to an end and it's time to leave
She takes a cab to the hotel
Some poor bastard thinks he is in luck
He pours her a drink
He stands behind her and takes her coat
He unzips her jumpsuit
It falls to the floor
He stares
As inside there is NO ONE!