A time for something to scratch upon
I need a human or maybe
A different kind of thing
For life so strange I have no time
She looks upon me dreamily
A time for cuts and bruises
Having sat there for to long
Something in the dark all alone
Naked and waiting for the sound
Of a brand new scratching post.
I need a human or maybe
A different kind of thing
For life so strange I have no time
She looks upon me dreamily
A time for cuts and bruises
Having sat there for to long
Something in the dark all alone
Naked and waiting for the sound
Of a brand new scratching post.