Elvis Costello
Pads, Paws And Claws

She's a feline tormentor, not any vaudeville wife
But with a drunk-town lament he leads her a miserable life
But when he's full of that beer-champagne
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
And if he should wake up in some terrible dive
And he don't know if he's so-so
But he's so surprised he's alive
"Come on little honey, let me under your hive"
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws

She pads, pads around the bedroom, practicing ways to flirt
He paws, pours another drink and anything in a skirt
Anything wearing a necklace
He thinks of claws scratching his back
He's going out there he's not coming back

She's got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he strays
And she carries a bird-purse, with all of her womanly ways
Till he's drinking hairspray, she knows that he never would dare
She could be in pictures if she wasn't all covered in fur
He's coming home now and here's the surprise
You wouldn't believe the lies that he tries
She cut him down to her favourite size
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws

She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws


Mirror lyrics:

She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws

She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
She cut him down to her favourite size
You wouldn't believe the lies that he tries
He's coming home now and here's the surprise
She could be in pictures if she wasn't all covered in fur
Till he's drinking hairspray, she knows that he never would dare
And she carries a bird-purse, with all of her womanly ways
She's got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he strays

He's going out there he's not coming back
He thinks of claws scratching his back
Anything wearing a necklace
He paws, pours another drink and anything in a skirt
She pads, pads around the bedroom, practicing ways to flirt

She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
"Come on little honey, let me under your hive"
But he's so surprised he's alive
And he don't know if he's so-so
And if he should wake up in some terrible dive
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
But when he's full of that beer-champagne
But with a drunk-town lament he leads her a miserable life
She's a feline tormentor, not any vaudeville wife


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