Cat On A Wall

First thing you know, she's zipping out of jeans

And slipping on a ladies skirt

She talks about him once there was a dream

Now everybody's passing the word

Hooking on to sad eyes

Stepping down in the hall

If you tell her she's funny

She stops like a cat on a wall

She comes home to her bedsitting world

Everything is slung on the bed

Boy magazines with no mention of girls

Maybe you'll be on there instead

Hooking on to sad eyes

Stepping down in the hall

If you tell her she's funny

She stops like a cat on a wall

Last thing you see a mirror smashed in her face

She's smelling like a flower in spring

The door's on the latch and she's dragging a case

Full of silver bracelets and rings

Hooking on to sad eyes

Stepping down in the hall

If you tell her she's funny

She stops like a cat on a wall

Stop!