Martin Smith
Black Cat
[Verse 1: Phil Shulman]
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

[Verse 2: Phil Shulman]
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

[Instrumental Break 1:05–2:55]

[Verse 3: Phil Shulman]
With a sway and a swing, she walks away
And the look in her eye, it never ever seems
To say the way she's feeling
No revealing black cat ways