I'm like a cat,
I always seem to fall on my feet
And like a cat,
I have nine times to die
This must not be
My number three
There's a few things
You should know about me
I don't want to sing about love
Not this time
Lust-worn cliches
I'm no oracle of lies
I could show you
How much I hate
Imagine that,
What a song that would make
You want to know
How I seem to fall on my feet
How I escape
With my sanity complete
Is it unreal?
Some sleight of hand?
I could say but I
Don't think you'd understand
I'm not a helter skelter woman
With tattoed legs
Transparent smile
As the layers fall away
Where's this unholy mystery
To my steel veneer?
I might tell you one day