Clean Cut

With my feline walk
And slick small talk
With my piercing eyes
Stalking you
Round the clock
I’ll trap you in a maze
You’re just another prey
Being chased

With my cashmere coat
And smirky gloat
With my silky fingers
Round your throat
I’ll hunt you in your sleep
And purr while sinking
Claws and teeth so deep

I am a high-class mutt
My charms require no pedigree
I slay with a clean cut
Slaughter with ferocity

With my raw instincts
I’ll spark your kinks
With my beastly roar
Shake you to the core
I’ll hypnotize your senses
And leave you feeling
Weak in the knees

I am a high-class mutt
My charms require no pedigree
I slay with a clean cut
Slaughter with feral quality

With a ferocious grip
I’ll taste your lips
With a savage stare
Make your soul feel bare
You’re just a sitting duck
Begging to be mercifully struck

I’ll pin you down with skill
And prowl in search of my next kill

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Lyrics by Tetel Di Babuya, published by Larador Music, Inc.