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Oh-oh, Sara, look at your cat
Scratching at dawn, he knows where it's at
Well, he's got a trick just to pull you from dreams
But, oh-oh, Sara, give in to his schemes
He'll pounce in your lap, when you're taking a break
Demands those belly rubs, no time to fake
All the lights out (lights out)
Just the moon, a silent cat's coup
He meows for that moist treat, it's his stage
With a voice that's a roar, uncaged
But when the stars gleam, and you're off to dreamland
He taps your hand, it's his gentle command
Morn comes around, with a soft paw pat,
Sara's awake, thanks to her acrobat.
In the bathroom chill, he leaps with grace,
That purring furball, claiming his space.
With a rumble deep, through the twilight's nap,
He curls on your pages, this cozy trap.
Yeah, oh-oh, in the morning's hush (morning's hush)
Your whiskers touch, a waking brush
Sara smiles, your daily rite
In the bathroom’s glow, you claim the light
Each sunlit hour with you's a thrill (it's a thrill)
You're the ruler of the window sill
There's a trick in his gaze, a flick of his tail
He's the monarch of morning; in his domain, you sail
In the quiet (in the quiet), he's the king of his game
A nudge of his nose, a soft purring flame
At night he's a ghost, with whispers for treats
His nocturnal chorus, that tender deceit
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