Moggy Lover

This is sexually explicit
Quite disturbing in fact
There’s a women in Chiswick
With a hundred black cats

She bought the first one at seven
With a with pound that she found
Now theirs cats on the ceiling
And theirs cats in the lounge

Black Cats in her pockets
Black Cats in her hair
Black Cats in her coffee
Damn Cats everywhere.


She’s a doctor of physics
With no grasp of the stars
And I saw through her gimmick
When she took off her bra

I’d could say she’s not special
But why lie to yourself
I was bad for her image
She was bad for my health

Day dreams in her diary
Day dreams in her stare
Day dreams on her pillow
Damn Dreams everywhere


We we’re drunk and complicit
In the crimes of our youth
Now we do not exhibit
any love for the truth

So we meet up on Sundays
When her husbands at church
Pull the curtains across
And grind bones till it hurts

Handcuffs on the table
Dark Rum by the chair
Car Keys on the carpet
Damn coins everywhere