Stray Cat Blues

The Rolling Stones

Composición de: Keith Richards/Mick Jagger
Ah...

Yeah, I got some tail

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs 
I know you're no scare-eyed honey. 
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs 
But it's no hanging matter 
It's no capital crime 

I can see that you're fifteen years old 
No I don't want your I.D. 
I can see that you're so far from home 
But that's no hanging matter 
It's no capital crime 

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat 
Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that 
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat 
I Bet,  bet your mama don't know you scream like that 
I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that. 

You look so weird and so lost from home 
But you don't really miss your mother 
Don't look so scared I'm not no mad-brained bear 
But it's no hanging matter 
It's no capital crime 
Oh, yeah 
Woo! 

I bet your mama don't know that you scatch like that 
I bet she don't know you can bite like that. 

You say you got a girlfriend, that she's wilder than you 
Why don't you bring her upstairs 
If she's so wild then she can join in too 
It's no hanging matter 
It's no capital crime 

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat 
Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that 
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat 
I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that 
I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back
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