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I want to be seen at the Beckham's
I'd like to arrive in a Rolls
Let me ponder which lap I will lie in
Maybe I'll take Ashley Coles
I will preen, I will play, I will posture
I'll stretch out my limbs, I will purr
So like Naomi Campbell, they whisper
Except that she wears her own fur
I'll pass time with perhaps Bernie Taupin
Be caressed by no less than Hugh Grant
All you poor alley cats can stop gawping
I know what you want, well you can't
When I want to be wined, dined and dated
He'll be the most Alpha of males
Urbane and sophisticated
Top cat, white tie and tails
He'll whisk me off somewhere exotic
The Taj Mahal would be nice
And I don't mean the restaurant in Smethwick
I don't do tandoori and rice
I'll be on the cover of Cosmo
Pose naked for Playboy and Wow
They'll ask me on Newsnight with Paxman
He'll hang on my every miaow
I'll sit by the fire with Jemima
Sipping a saucer of cream
Picking at salmon or gammon
And dream the impussssible dream
By and by he'll be there, so entrancing
She tries to resist him, she fails
He'll be my Fred Astaire, we'll be dancing
Top cat, white tie and tails
Written by: Irving Berlin
