| It’s Sunday morning, the club is on That great cat’s still yawning
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| Because Saturday is gone
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| And I still feel the feeling
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| Of how you felt upon me And it may be no big deal to you
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| But it’s a very big deal to me You were down and dirty
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| And he was tall and twenty nine
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| And I’m only disconcerted
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| Because you said you knew I wouldn’t mind
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| But I still feel the feeling
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| Of how you telephone me And it may be no big deal to you
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| But it’s a very big deal to me But you can’t make a cool cat crazy
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| Like you can’t make a gray cat brown
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| And you can’t keep a wild cat
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| When she knows the wildest cat’s in town
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| So it’s Sunday morning
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| Yeah and I guess I had a coffee
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| Ooh 'cause I start recalling
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| A time I went astray
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| And I still feel the feeling
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| Of her last words of warning
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| She said, «Man, it may be no big deal to you
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| But it’s a very big deal to me»
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| She said, «Man, it may be no big deal to you
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| But it’s a very big deal to me» |