Stray Cat Blues - The Rolling Stones

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs\nI know you’re no scare-eyed honey.\nThere’ll be a feast if you just come upstairs\nBut it’s no hanging matter\nIt’s no capital crime\nI can see that you’re fifteen years old\nNo I don’t want your I.D.\nYou look so rest-less and you’re so far from home\nBut it’s no hanging matter\nIt’s no capital crime\nOh yeah, you’re a strange stray cat\nOh yeah, don’tcha scratch like that\nOh yeah, you’re a strange stray cat\nBet your mama don’t know you scream like that\nI bet your mother don’t know you can spit like that.\nYou look so weird and you’re so far from home\nBut you don’t really miss your mother\nDon’t look so scared I’m no mad-brained bear\nBut it’s no hanging matter\nIt’s no capital crime\nOh, yeah\nWoo!\nI bet your mama don’t know that you scatch like that\nI bet she don’t know you can bite like that.\nYou say you got a friend, that she’s wilder than you\nWhy don’t you bring her upstairs\nIf she’s so wild then she can join in too\nIt’s no hanging matter\nIt’s no capital crime\nOh yeah, you’re a strange stray cat\nOh yeah, don’tcha scratch like that\nOh yeah, you’re a strange stray cat\nI bet you mama don’t know you can bite like that\nI’ll bet she never saw you scratch my back