My jeans are not a scratching post
My feet are not your prey
It's somehow surprising such a little one
Could cause so much pain
My heart was not your target
But here I am.
A tamed woman
With a Cat-ting rod in hand
My keyboard is not your playground
Spare my microphone please
My sleeping legs are not your napping place
oh well, I'll leave you be
The chair that I just left
Is not your place to sit
The textbooks I'm staring at
Are not your Throne-to-be
My hair does not need grooming
You don't need a playmate at 4 in the morning
I'm just in the bathroom no need to meow
Oh jeez, where'd you go now?
No matter what I say
No matter how I teach
You're still trying to prove me wrong
You're lucky you're so cute
You're lucky I love you
And I'm so lucky to have found you