Thieves' Kitchen - Surface Tension lyrics

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