I think I'll stay alone this time
And wait to wed in Heaven
For if it all is planned in life
I may be a cat with Seven
Chances
So if I might as well be hurt
I'd choose the pearly gates to flirt
And ask the angels for a dance
With wonder as to life's romance
And on the day that I'm to wed
My fiance will choose my heart instead
With love, I'll look him straight in the eye
And Know
This imperfect, angelic cat is my kinda guy
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