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Stray Cat Blues   - Jagger/Richards (Thank you) I hear the clip-clap of your feet upon the stairs I know ya ain't no scare-eyed honey. There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs It's no hanging matter, no It's no capital crime I can see that you're just thirteen years old I don't want your I.D. You look so lonesome and you so far from home It's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Yeah, I'm a strange stray cat Yeah, don'tcha scratch like that? Yeah, you're a strange stray cat Bet you mama don't know that ya bite like that I bet she never heard ya scream like that.. You look so lonesome and I'm so far from home But I don't really miss my mother Don't look so scared I'm not no mad-brained bear It's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Yeah! You say you got a friend she's wilder than you Why don't you bring her upstairs If she's so wild she can join in too It's no hanging matter It's no capital crime Yeah, you're a strange stray cat Yeah, why don'tcha bite like that? Oh yeah, yeah, you're a strange stray cat I bet you mama never saw ya you scratch like that Bet she never saw ya bite like that