AlleyCats

Well hell

an hourglass figure in quicksand

give an inch it's a foot it's out of hand

I can't give you my heart

but it's part of my body

you can't tip toe into my room

We been up this alley

It's about the hardness

of the insides of your thighs

where angels built

a nest inside

Or is it chicken?

Is it punk?

And no he's not