слова песни Rolling Stones, The - Stray Cat Blues
- Jagger/Richards
(Thank you)
I hear the clip-clap of your feet upon the stairs
I know ya ain't no scare-eyed honey.
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
It's no hanging matter, no
It's no capital crime
I can see that you're just thirteen years old
I don't want your I.D.
You look so lonesome and you so far from home
It's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime
Yeah, I'm a strange stray cat
Yeah, don'tcha scratch like that?
Yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Bet you mama don't know that ya bite like that
I bet she never heard ya scream like that..
You look so lonesome and I'm so far from home
But I don't really miss my mother
Don't look so scared I'm not no mad-brained bear
It's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime
Yeah!
You say you got a friend she's wilder than you
Why don't you bring her upstairs
If she's so wild she can join in too