Stray Cat Blues (The Rolling Stones cover) (OST London Boulevard)
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 This ain't no hanging matter No, this ain't no capital crime
Ya I can see that you're just fifteen years old But I don't want your I.D. Ya I can see that you're so far from home This ain't no hanging matter, No it ain't no capital crime
Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat
I bet your momma never saw you fight like that I bet your momma never saw you scratch my back
You like to get yourself those _____ from home But I know you miss your mother You look so scared out of my man made bed This ain't no hanging matter No, this ain't no capital crime
Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat
I bet your momma never heard you spit like that I bet your momma never saw you scratch my back
I see your girlfriend and she's wilder than you Why don't you bring her upstairs She's wild enough that she can join in too This ain't no hanging matter No, this ain't no capital crime
Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat
I bet your momma never saw you fight like that I bet your momma never saw you scratch my back I bet your momma never saw you I bet your momma never heard you spit like that
I bet your momma never told you I bet your momma never told you I bet your momma never told you you scratch like that Oh yeah, Oh yeah