Tomcat In The Rain
(S. Nachtsheim, 1976)
Sittiní outside your window, tomcat in the rain,
Say, canít you hear me mewing, Iím calling for you once again.
We could go to our favorite oak tree,
That only cats can climb.
Though youíll scratch and hiss,
Iíll make you feel right.
I know, youíll like this,
More than once tonight.

I hope your master hasnít locked up the door,
¬inít there no hole to slip through,
I canít wait for evermore.
Waiting here gets me so frustrated,
Iím young and not castrated.
Raise your tail up, weíll have fun,
We wonít have to stop till break of dawn.
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