Voices will be quiet still, I hear their echo land. Pink drinks, Alice should sink, but no, oh, oh, oh. Always leavin' a poolroom, a bar, a girl. . Lost for sure around, need more, oh, oh.
When he calls me kitten, kitten. Soft and low. I say, "Yes, yes. What is it my love?". . He says, "Nothing, not really. Just wanted to hear. Your kitten voice.