The Kills - Cat Claw Lyrics
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Cat Claw
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What Are The Lyrics For Cat Claw By The Kills?
Its time to stand on dull fingers
And the band Tell me sugar how you felt now C'mon sugar, tell now Stand your face until it's soot On fire Won't keep up with the law Such a long walk If this all goes well you won't have nothing So tell you dead wrong Dead wrong And now you're long gone Hang out for minute and re-think. Question, Tell me what she done Just one 'cause I can't see nothin' So, one , two and You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it Got my hand caught in a cat claw Scream Everyone's that time Looks around They're talkin' trees you know. Never know who's comin' might easy be me Give up for my love 'cause that's too much F*ck. So, one, two and You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh Its time to stand on dull fingers And the band Tell me sugar how you felt now C'mon sugar, tell now Stand your face until it's soot On fire Won't keep up with the law Such a long walk So, one, two and You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it You got it I want it |
Who Wrote Cat Claw By The Kills?
Jamie Hince, Alison Mosshart
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What's The Duration Of The Cat Claw By The Kills?The duration of Cat Claw is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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