Pretty Kitty
It's Saturday night and I'm cruising
Power poles going by like a picket fence
Just cruising the scene in my street machine,
looking for a queen who wants to do her best.
Bar hopping door knocking looking for a cat with claws.
Just petting her and letting her grab her whip and be my boss.
Lookin for a roadside attraction,
a lot of long legged action,
a place where I can chase,
a kitten all laced up,
with no one to swing her string.
Went downtown to the playground looked all around ,
and found a sweet thing like a candy machine,
doing naughty things on the dance floor,
shaking her sexy thighs.
I leaned over and told her as I nibbled on her ear,
"Take a drink of that bottle and grab hold of my throttle,
let's fourth gear out of here."
We split the scene like a time machine,
like a freak streaking through the zoo.
Like a horny rabbit it's a habit gotta have it
hit the highway doing a hundred and two.
She was my toy full of joy, my snack in the sack
All night I couldn't tame her flame.
But when I got up at dawn my wallet was gone
that girl knew how to play her game.
Bar hopping door knocking
all the pretty kitties got claws
and if you pet her and let her
do the night thing called the kitten dream
She'll walk away and say it's all for the cause.
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