See

I can’t see who she is
for that hair, through that veil.

You got I.D., Lady?

No sudden movements now,
or I might take action you ‘ll regret, see,
all in the course of doing my job.

See, she’s reaching into her purse,
but who knows what she’s got in there.

When one’s person-ness is gone,
see how easy it is to shoot.