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The Lady and Me
We met long ago
In a previous life
The lady and me
When she was a cat
And I was a flea
I was her itch
And she was my scratch
The lady and me
When she was a cat
And I was a flea
Sometimes she’d let me
Sleep in her fur
So soft a bed
The tick of her heart
The lick of her purr
Sometimes she’d let me
Drink from her milk
From her special dish
Me just a pest
With her wrapped in silk
We were so happy
Such an odd pair
A fat little flea
And his feline queen
Her tail in the air
Those were the days
In that previous life
The lady and me
I lived like a king
Like she was my wife
Now I’m long gone
For I was a flea
And she lived on
For she was a cat
Quite unlike me
Sometimes I wonder
If she can see
In her dreams
When she scratches
Her fat little flea
So long ago
In that previous life
The lady and me
When she was my cat
And I was her flea
In a previous life
The lady and me
When she was a cat
And I was a flea
I was her itch
And she was my scratch
The lady and me
When she was a cat
And I was a flea
Sometimes she’d let me
Sleep in her fur
So soft a bed
The tick of her heart
The lick of her purr
Sometimes she’d let me
Drink from her milk
From her special dish
Me just a pest
With her wrapped in silk
We were so happy
Such an odd pair
A fat little flea
And his feline queen
Her tail in the air
Those were the days
In that previous life
The lady and me
I lived like a king
Like she was my wife
Now I’m long gone
For I was a flea
And she lived on
For she was a cat
Quite unlike me
Sometimes I wonder
If she can see
In her dreams
When she scratches
Her fat little flea
So long ago
In that previous life
The lady and me
When she was my cat
And I was her flea
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