Elvis Costello - "Pads Paws Claws" lyrics

Shes a feline tormentor, not any vaudeville wife

But with a drunk-town lament he leads her a miserable life

But when hes full of that beer-champagne

She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws

And if he should wake up in some terrible dive

And he dont know if hes so-so
But hes so surprised hes 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

Going out there hes not coming back
He thinks of claws scratching his back hes

Shes got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he strays

And she carries a bird-purse, with all of her womanly ways

til hes drinking hairspray, she knows that he never would dare

She could be in pictures if she wasnt all covered in fur

Hes coming home now and heres the surprise
You wouldnt 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