Lyric PadsPaws And Claws Of Elvis Costello

Lyric Song PadsPaws And Claws: She s a feline tormentornot any vaudeville wife
But with a drunk town lament he leads her a miserable life
But when he s full of that beer champagne
She padspawspadspaws and claws

And if he should wake up in some terrible dive
And he don t know if he s so so
But he s so surprised he s alive
yquot;Come on little honeylet me under your hiveyquot;
She padspawspadspaws and claws

She padspads around the bedroompracticing ways to flirt
He pawspours another drink and anything in a skirt
Anything wearing a necklace
He thinks of claws scratching his back he s
going out there he s not coming back

She s got spider leg fingerssharpened whenever he strays
And she carries a bird pursewith all of her womanly ways
Til he s drinking hairsprayshe knows that he never would dare
She could be in pictures if she wasn t all covered in fur
He s coming home now and here s the surprise
You wouldn t believe the lies that he tries
She cut him down to her favourite size
She padspawspadspaws and claws

She padspawspadspaws and claws