The setting is a smoky, dimly-lit jazz bar.
A hi-hat provides the rhythm, sets the mood.
Ch chhh-cht, Ch chhh-cht,...
You. You on the wall, Waving your tail at me Why do you run when I chase You? Come down in my yard, I just want to play For a while. You run away now, But I know that Tomorrow You'll be back to torment me Again. Until then.
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