I got the cathouse blues. I wear the highest of high heel shoes. Whoa?. Whoa darling. It? s hard to be surrounded. Where the women are lazy. And the men are rude. I got the can? t walk don? t talk blues. I creep on cat? s feet. I don? t speak loose. Your? self in velvet. Forget we ever met. I got the closed-in the cathouse blues. Blue-grey?. Eyes that say. I guess you don? t remember. I guess that I was younger. Touché?. The cat sleeps alone. Sleeps only in the sun. But she? ll awake the night and she? ll be gone. Singing the cathouse blues. I need some new red velvet shoes. I? m still a dreamer? s fancy. They say I? m pretty classy. I? m just a feline silky cat come true. I? m just a feline silky cat come true?. I? m just a feline silky cat come? true?. Yeah?