I can be charming If I need to be charming Tell me of others Like me and my brothers And those who've disappeared I've already heard what I'm about to hear Feline attempts to stop me Are merely futility Meet me so I can tell you What has happened to the past At the pier, at a quarter after eight Meet me, babe, by the gate I'll tell you tales of jealousy Unspoken taboos and mystery The only hint you've ever had Was a simple sense of joking mad Hang me after dark In our house in our tree by our park Watch as I twist against the bark I scrape my throat but I'm so stark