cat is paid big money
Cat was a designer; her creations were fine.
She’s one of mine, bragged her daddy, one of mine, one of mine.
Her mother would not admit it, he was a dog, her dad.
He had left kitty litters all over this valley, he was a cad.
I am designing snowmen today, Cat told her mother.
These rich people are paying me more than my brother.
Her brother was an accountant, so this was a big deal.
She refused to share the money with her Daddy, the heel.
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