A snapshot of a smashing time,
is my fingers in its mega big pie,
and I'm tempted by the darker side
of a big flash motor car,
moving in my direction.
And there's a million ways to have it made,
seduce with a smile and bore everyone to death,
but I light up whenever I become that,
twinkle tips in the sky.
Be my, be my p*ssycat, p*ssycat.
Be my, be my p*ssycat, p*ssycat.
Do you really think I'm pretty?
Do you really think I'm moody?
Do you really think I'm sultry? Be my, be my...
Be my, be my p*ssycat, p*ssycat.
Be my, be my p*ssycat, p*ssycat.
And I wonder, where we all go,
when there's nowhere left to play.
And I wonder, where we all go,
when there's nothing here left to find?...
Be my, be my p*ssycat, p*ssycat.
(repeat to fade)