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Christina Muir - Feline Felony lyrics
The cat's got my tongue and she won't give it back She ran off with the thing It was a verbal hijack As she ran I could see it flip flop in the air I wanted to stop her but I could only stare No, I could not shout and say,"Give that thing back! It's not a moth or a mouse or a tuna fish snack!" But before I could move she'd climbed up a tree She sat licking her lips and staring at me Her eyes burned into me just as yours are now You wait quietly challenging with an arch in your brow So the ball's in my court You wonder what will I do Since I've nothing to say how will I follow through? Well, I'm glad we chose tennis as the next metaphor I know how to play that and even how to keep score As I move into position I know I can't miss Keep your eyes on the ball while I wind up and... Kiss you smack on the lips Now you're eyes open wide as you feel in your mouth there is no tongue inside Now I'll tell you the score No, please don't try to speak It is Love-Love with your tongue in my cheek |
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