When I am old I plan to live in a trailer full of cats.
I'll talk cat talk and walk cat walk
and dream of birds and rats.
I'll eat cat tuna and meow at the moona
and I'll roll and stretch on the floor.
I'll bite at fleas and do as I please
and leave my scent by the door.
And when my nine lives have all been spent
and my sins I must confess,
I'll sharpen my claws on the Pearly Gate walls
and act like I couldn't care less.
Oh but what a sight for sore eyes!
Six four, orangutan arms and gun metal eyes that narrow like a bird of prey.
I feel ' congested ' when I think of your touch.
I feel congested all of the time.
We flow together like original sin.
Pure instinct drives this engine!