Pads, paws
She paws, paws
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
She could be in pictures if she wasn't all covered in fur
She cut him down to her favorite size
So, he's coming home now and here's the surprise
She's got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he strays
Oh, yeah
Anything wearing a necklace
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
"Come, little honey, let me under your hive"

And he don't know if he's so-so, but he's so surprised he's alive

Oh, while he's drinking hairspray, she knows that he never would dare
He thinks of claws scratching his back
And she carries a bird-purse, with all of her womanly ways

Yeah
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
And if he should wake up in some terrible dive
Pads, paws, pads, paws and claws

She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
Pads, paws
But when he's full of that beer, champagne

She pads, pads around the bedroom, practicing ways to flirt
You wouldn't believe the lies that he tries
He's going out there, he's not coming back
He paws, pours another drink and anything in a skirt