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6/4/2005

White Cat

you've got eyes of fire, and lips of red
I dream of you, while I lie in bed

don't ask me why, I just don't know
I wanna make love to you, but you say no

I love you, pretty baby, let me tell you true
I don't wanna leave you, but what can I do

you won't give me lovin', no, none at all
you don't pick up the phone when I try to call

a hundred thousand stars in the nighttime sky
I've got wings, now, it's time for me to fly