The Rolling Stones - Stray Cat Blues
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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 (Thank you)

 I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
It's no hanging matter, no
It's no capital crime

 I can see that you're just thirteen years old
I don't want your I.D.
You look so lonesome and you so far from home
It's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

 Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Yes, don'tcha scratch like that?
Yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Bet your mama don't know that ya bite like that
I bet she never heard ya scream like that

 You look so lonesome, and I'm so far from home
But I don't really miss my mother
Don't look so scared I'm not no mad-brained bear
It's no hanging matter, no
It's no capital crime
Oh yeah

 You say you got a friend, she's wilder than you
Why don't you bring her upstairs
If she's so wild she can join in too
It's no hanging matter, no
It's no capital crime

 Yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Yeah, why don't ya bite like that?
Oh yeah, yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet you mama never saw ya you scratch like that
Bet she never saw ya bite like that