There's a cat prowling through the streets at night
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And she's black and her eyes are burning yellow
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fierce and bright
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The lights are darkened;
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Senses sharpened;
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Wide awake
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As she acts out her past of Jungle days
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When the night was her friend in many other
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different ways
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It gave protection
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Of detection
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By her prey
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With a sway and swing she walks away
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And the look in her eye it never ever seems
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to say
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The way she's feeling
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No revealing,
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Black Cat Ways
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Black Cat
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| Gentle Giant |
