The Marksman (I Call it Aim)

Dedicated to Tara
Based on Anna Weber's "The Flood"

The Sugar and Spice they speak of
She embodies the batter
A girl with a recipe for destruction
and a coy smile, shot with precision,
suggesting every bad decision you could make
She can eat you alive
or squeeze you to death
Either way, she's pleased
Chance is, you are, too,
as she shoots that coy smile,
flashes a glimmer of a wink
and turns back to her drink

Some people might call it a hustle
She'd just call it a game
But I call it a different name
I call it aim

She shoots to kill
She's deadly on her draw
like in a Western
She's the quick, you're the dead
She can eat you alive
with a suggestive coy smile

Some might call it a hustle
She'd just call it a game
But I call it a different name
I call it aim