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He goes on the prowl each night,
Like an alley cat.
Looking for some new delight,
Like an alley cat.
You know, she can't trust him out of sight,
And there's no doubt of that.
He just don't know wrong from right,
Like an alley cat.
He meets them.
And loves them.
And loves them...
Like the Catsanova does.
I mean that's no way to treat a pal,
She should tell him Scat!
Aren't you sorry for that gal,
With her alley cat?
He meets them.
And loves them.
And loves them.
Like the Catsanova does.
I mean that's no way to treat a pal,
She should tell him Scat!
Aren't you sorry for that gal,
With her alley cat?
Yeah, that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome frail.
Yeah, that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome frail and her alley cat.
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