Hoo
Flailing limbs and heavy breathing is
Not the way I prefer to start things
So I hold my breath and hold on tight
And clench my fists and prepare to fight
There's a fine line, oh
Hoo, hoo, hoo
From fighting to flying, oh
Hoo, hoo, hoo
He purrs here pretty kitty
He sneers, hey, kitty kitty
Well, I may be a kitty, but don't kick this cat
She's got blind ambitions and a wooden bat
She's a frequent flyer she's a space cadet
She's a slip and slider and a high risk bet
Learning the art, oh
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Of conquering hearts, oh
Hoo, hoo, hoo
But she's clumsy
And she strays
Bad kitty breaking the
Toys with which she plays
There's a fine art, oh
Hoo, hoo, hoo
To breaking hearts, oh
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Without crossing the line, oh
Hoo, hoo, hoo
To blackening eyes, oh
Hoo, hoo, hoo