Jungle Cat

She plays with her keys. The metallic rattle makes me think of prison and other bad places.

It's not like she's got any use for the goddamn keys, anyway. Not anymore.

She only keeps them in case, you know. Just in case.

Jungle cat, Jungle Cat
Where, oh where'll you be tonight ?
Jungle Cat's running from pain
Hope she doesn't die at the end

Jungle Cat feels lost
All her life in the giant backpack
Dressed to kill, all claws out,
Doesn't know where she'll sleep tonight

Her jawline tells the world she'll bite if you fuck around with her

But her eyes'll tell you her secrets - if you can hear'em.