Stray Cats

You've got versions of me Crashing through your room Making my debut I'm not the staple piece type But I make a great footnote for you What do the stray cats do with all their spouses corpses? Do they cry themselves to sleep? Do they face facts that they loved and lost? And the place mat has had it's very final use On the night that it changed Can't call it a date You were 40 minutes late Now I'm lucky to eat At the table where I once was the king What do the stray cats do with all their spouses corpses? Do they cry themselves to sleep? Do they face facts that they loved and lost? And the place mat has had it's very final use There's a lot of moonshine Under all your sunshine Guess it must be showtime Judging from the bar line Only time I see ya Swinging from the treetops Locking in for lift off What do the stray cats do with all their spouses corpses? Do they cry themselves to sleep? Do they face facts that they loved and lost? And the place mat has had it's very final use