India Taylor: Listening Page

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An inner instinct tells me that I can see an emerald eyed cat; she could be me.
Looking into her, she wants to prowl the night,
to show the world she is sexy, to show them that she's alive, very curious of what she might find.
Feeling in the dark that she is divine.

CHORUS:
She's been to hell and back,
Cool as the night is black,
Ah, emerald eyed cat.

Hand holding mirror face to face,
Caught up in the emerald eyed cat race.
A game of chase and chance awaits for her tonight.
Some people call her lazy -- maybe and perhaps.
Tell me though, what's wrong for a cat to nap.
Every day is her day to relax.
(repeat chorus)

Nightlife in the alley can be fright'ning
Even for a feline who's as fast as lightning.
She is afraid to die, but she has lived many lives.
Deathly afraid of tomorrow; that's why she lives for today.
An inner instinct tells me that I can see an emerald eyed cat.
She could be me.
(repeat chorus)