Baby's Catwalkin' Songtext
von James Armstrong

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Friday night down at mr B′s, she comes in cooler than the coolest breeze
Her hairline is high, and her neckline is low
What's that she′s doin, in the middle of the floor

Baby's catwalkin', you better run
Baby′s catwalkin′, she's gotta gun
She′s got nine lives, but you've only got one

She was sweet, as she could be
Until she got her, claws in me
She saw me talkin′, to my friend Eugene
You should have seen, those eyes turn green


Baby's catwalkin′, you better run
Baby's catwalkin', she′s gotta gun
She′s got nine lives, but you've only got one

Baby′s catwalkin'
Baby′s catwalkin'

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She can see around a corner, hear a whisper through a wall
She listens in, every time I get a call
If I′ve playin', she always knows
She can smell another woman, on my clothes

Baby's catwalkin′, you better run
Baby′s catwalkin' she′s gotta gun
She's got nine lives, but you′ve only got one

My baby's catwalkin′
Baby's catwalkin'

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