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I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs |
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I know you're no scare-eyed honey |
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There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs |
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But it's no hanging matter |
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It's no capital crime |
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I can see that you're fifteen years old |
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No I don't want your |
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I.D.I can see that you're so far from home |
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But it's no hanging matter |
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It's no capital crime |
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Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat |
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Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that |
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Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat |
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Bet your mama don't know you scream like that |
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I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that |
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You look so weird and you're so far from home |
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But you don't really miss your mother |
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You don't look so scared, |
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I'm no mad-brained bear |
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But it's no hanging matter |
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It's no capital crime, oh yeah |
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I bet your mama don't know that you scratch like that |
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I bet she don't know you can bite like that |
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You say, you got a friend, that she's wilder than you |
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Why don't you bring her upstairs |
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If she's so wild then she can join in too |
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It's no hanging matter |
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It's no capital crime |
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Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat |
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Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that |
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Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat |
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I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that |
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I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back |
