And she carries a bird-purse, with all of her womanly ways
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
He's going out there, he's not coming back
You wouldn't believe the lies that he tries
Pads, paws
He thinks of claws scratching his back
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
Pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
And he don't know if he's so-so, but he's so surprised he's alive
So, he's coming home now and here's the surprise
Oh, yeah
She pads, pads around the bedroom, practicing ways to flirt
Anything wearing a necklace
Pads, paws
She's got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he strays
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
She could be in pictures if she wasn't all covered in fur
Oh, while he's drinking hairspray, she knows that he never would dare
She cut him down to her favorite size
She paws, paws
"Come, little honey, let me under your hive"
But when he's full of that beer, champagne
And if he should wake up in some terrible dive
He paws, pours another drink and anything in a skirt
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
