Testo Black Cat

There's a cat prowling through the streets at night

And she's black and her eyes are burning yellow

fierce and bright

The lights are darkened;
Senses sharpened;

Wide awake



As she acts out her past of Jungle days

When the night was her friend in many other

different ways

It gave protection

Of detection
By her prey



With a sway and swing she walks away

And the look in her eye it never seems

to say

The way she's feeling

No revealing,

Black Cat Ways