I’ll Tell My Cat Marc Gunn

I'll tell my cat when I come home
“Leave the furniture alone.”
She tore my sheets and shred my couch
I'm tired of coming home a grouch

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But she is loving. She is pretty
And I am so whipped by my kitty
Her claws catch my sleeve, rips 1, 2, 3
Please won't you leave the curtains be

I tell her each morning that I love her
But my shoes need laces so please don't chew 'em
She mews real sweet then knocks over a candlе
Now she's gnawing on my sandals

Out of the bathroom she struts quitе bold
A roll of toilet paper clung to her toe
I really wonder if I will kill her
When her mouth has feathers from my pillow

Let the thunder storms crash all night long
She'll be too scared to rend my thong
She may be shivering from fright
But at least this weekend I'll have my tights