It’s a cat and mouse play
between you and me,
you scoundrel,
you bird of prey,
leading me to heaven,
leading me astray.
You wicked,
unthinkable fellow,
why am I so mellow
when a bird of prey,
(oh, come what may) ,
makes a sudden dive,
grubs, takes me away?
You scoundrel,
you ever so wicked fellow,
for you I am here,
for you I am mellow.
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