When you caress your little cat And stroke me with your hand I know I'm just a kitten but I long to be a man My little eyes are Chinese blue They view with some regret This girl who's stroking me Regards me only as her pet
And though I'd love to be loved The gods ordained it that You came out a human being And I was just... a cat (I am a kitten)
I hate to sleep all rolled up small And dream of butterflies I hate to paw at balls of wool And massacre poor mice Stripey tails and pointy ears Bore me half to tears Those days have gone for good Since I saw you in the nude
And though I'd love to be loved We've got to face the fact You're up there, a human being And I'm down here... a cat (I am a kitten)
And though I'd love to be loved I've got to face the fact: The gods who made you a human being Created me... a cat (I am a kitten... meow)
Compositor: Nicholas John Currie (Currie Nick) (PRS)Editor: Alignmark Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #4436382 em 23/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM