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Simple Kid- Old Domestic Cat
Stayin home tonight
Stayin out of the light
Just goin potter or walk round the flat
Like an old domestic cat
Goin look at my face
Goin to stare into to space
Goin talk to myself se how I’m doin these days
Try come out of the haze
Just to sit reading quietly behind closed doors
Cook food while listening to Radio 4
Don’t want no troubles or lovers like that
Just wanna stay at home like old domestic cat
You write letters so well
All your heavens in hell
You said your glass was half empty but your bottle was full
And I found that dull
Stayin home tonight
Ain’t goin winning no fights
I’ve got a song I’ve been meaning to write
Bout a cat that sat on a mat
Just to scribble on a crossword while watchin the bill
Butter on some toast or lass of cold milk
Don’t want no troubles or lovers like that
Just wanna stay at home like an old domestic cat
Glad he found this song, and realised that it WAS him.
"Words are like bullets: once you've fired, you can't stop them"
And with this, I'm giving this journal up for its main purposes. For a start, I never wanted to be kingbeerex, only cos some Russian stole kingbee did I take up this one. Secondly, It's too hard to write stuff here cos I can't just resort to metaphors due to my own censorship either.
_
Come to think of it, I can't be arsed to change.
Stayin home tonight
Stayin out of the light
Just goin potter or walk round the flat
Like an old domestic cat
Goin look at my face
Goin to stare into to space
Goin talk to myself se how I’m doin these days
Try come out of the haze
Just to sit reading quietly behind closed doors
Cook food while listening to Radio 4
Don’t want no troubles or lovers like that
Just wanna stay at home like old domestic cat
You write letters so well
All your heavens in hell
You said your glass was half empty but your bottle was full
And I found that dull
Stayin home tonight
Ain’t goin winning no fights
I’ve got a song I’ve been meaning to write
Bout a cat that sat on a mat
Just to scribble on a crossword while watchin the bill
Butter on some toast or lass of cold milk
Don’t want no troubles or lovers like that
Just wanna stay at home like an old domestic cat
Glad he found this song, and realised that it WAS him.
"Words are like bullets: once you've fired, you can't stop them"
And with this, I'm giving this journal up for its main purposes. For a start, I never wanted to be kingbeerex, only cos some Russian stole kingbee did I take up this one. Secondly, It's too hard to write stuff here cos I can't just resort to metaphors due to my own censorship either.
_
Come to think of it, I can't be arsed to change.