I don't bother chasing mice around. I slink down the alley way looking for a fight, howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night, singin' the blues while the lady cats cry: "Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy." I wish I could be as carefree and wild, but I got cat class and I got cat style.
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I don't bother chasing mice around. I slink down the alley way looking for a fight, howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night, singin' the blues while the lady cats cry: "Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy." I wish I could be as carefree and wild, but I got cat class and I got cat style.
That you?