Cathouse Blues

I got the cathouse blues I wear the highest of high heel shoes Whoa… Whoa, darling It’s hard to be surrounded Where the women are lazy And the men are rude I got the can’t walk, don’t talk blues I creep on cat’s feet I don’t speak loose Your…self in velvet Forget we ever met I got the closed-in, the cathouse blues Blue-grey… Eyes that say I guess you don’t remember I guess that I was younger Touché… The cat sleeps alone Sleeps only in the sun But she’ll awake the night and she’ll be gone Singing the cathouse blues I need some new red velvet shoes I’m still a dreamer’s fancy They say I’m pretty classy I’m just a feline silky cat come true I’m just a feline silky cat come true… I’m just a feline silky cat come…true… Yeah…