Have you felt the tickle of
fur against your skin?
Have you heard the Myhr
purr,
Sweet nothings in your
ear?
He'll sign your t-shirt for
you
While talking to your
bust
So try not to laugh too
hard
It's only simple lust.
A tom cat is he, I hear
He'll turn your face beet
red
He'll strut boldly through the
throng
And gladly turn your
head.
Wicked puss, he won't
behave
But you can barely care,
For another purr you'd gladly
rave
And sneak into his lair.
If you haven't walked the tunnels
yet
Or heard that sultry
purr
Have hope - you have it
coming
To meet the uniquely
Myhr.
Purrrr...
