She Is the Cat's Meow

She is the Cats Meow As She walks down the street Smiles at the people she meets With a slink in her walk As Pretty as a Spring Day Has a Dress that fits Her curves And a Purple Hat at a tilt Her voice has a little Purr Her voice has a slight Scottish lilt People can't help but stop and stare She walks on without a care All the Men want Her for Their own She wants a Love that has no price For this one is beyond all compare Crimson Lips so fine with a Little twist Hair of Raven and down to her wrist What one would give to have this Treasure I would give my all to have such a sweet But She is the Cat's Meow and is free Someday might come when She fines the one I hope and pray that I am There That day