Elvis Costello - Pads, Paws & Claws Lyrics
Shes a feline tormentor, not any vaudeville wifeBut with a drunk-town lament he leads her a miserable lifeBut when hes full of that beer-champagneShe pads, paws, pads, paws and clawsAnd if he should wake up in some terrible diveAnd he dont know if hes so-soBut hes so surprised hes aliveCome on little honey, let me under your hiveShe pads, paws, pads, paws and clawsShe pads, pads around the bedroom, practicing ways to flirtHe paws, pours another drink and anything in a skirtAnything wearing a necklaceHe thinks of claws scratching his back hesGoing out there hes not coming backShes got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he straysAnd she carries a bird-purse, with all of her womanly waystil hes drinking hairspray, she knows that he never would dareShe could be in pictures if she wasnt all covered in furHes coming home now and heres the surpriseYou wouldnt believe the lies that he triesShe cut him down to her favourite sizeShe pads, paws, pads, paws and clawsShe pads, paws, pads, paws and claws