Prey For Wolves

She's always been prey for wolves, and they've hurt her bad She's always been prey for wolves, and they've made her sad She likes to shake her ass while he stirs one finger in his whiskey glass She remembers the days gone past when she was something She's always been prey for wolves, and they've hurt her bad She's always been prey for wolves, and they've made her sad Now those wrinkles came for free, just like support and alimony She does him, like she did you