Cat Song

A head filled with words, a hurting skin. And underneath, this bleeding heart. Revolting stomach and cold feet. There is someone creeping up my back. Shivering hands, whistling ghosts, behind a Spanish house. He's got hands to stroke cats. Lips made

You've got then fooled How sweet, the Grannies think Into their hearts you slink Daylight sees your sable trickery Poor pussy Soon your rough tongue Too smooth for milk Creeps into cream Daylight sees your sable trickery Poor pussy But Oh what monstr