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I'm just a cat in a dress and glasses, 
And my love, the first time I saw you, you had a kitty on your shoulder, 
I dreamt of running wild in palaces
with my hand in yours, as the night gets colder. 

I'm just a cat in a dress and glasses, 
And my love, you told me you'd wait the rest of my nine lives
if that's what it takes to have this madness
of a person to write you letters you'd tear open with paper-knives.