I am a cat on a hot tin roof.
I am in my bed sheets til' noon.
I wear Dreams like bells.
and make up cat names to
lounge about in.
We meet three times a day
When you climb the stairs
And I swing against the black night
I sing against the pale pink morning.
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mmmmmm
god damn that's good
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