(M. JaggerK. Richards)I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairsI know you're no scare-eyed honey.There'll b
e a feast if you just come upstairsBut it's no hanging matterIt's no capital crimeI can see that you're fifteen years oldN
o I don't want your I.D.You look so rest-less and you're so far from homeBut it's no hanging matterIt's no capital crimeOh
yeah, you're a strange stray catOh yeah, don'tcha scratch like thatOh yeah, you're a strange stray catBet your mama don't k
now you scream like thatI bet your mother don't know you can spit like that.You look so weird and you're so far from homeBu
t you don't really miss your motherDon't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bearBut it's no hanging matterIt's no capital cri
meOh, yeahWoo!I bet your mama don't know that you scatch like thatI bet she don't know you can bite like that.You say yo
u got a friend, that she's wilder than youWhy don't you bring her upstairsIf she's so wild then she can join in tooIt's no h
anging matterIt's no capital crimeOh yeah, you're a strange stray catOh yeah, don'tcha scratch like thatOh yeah, you're a
strange stray catI bet you mama don't know you can bite like thatI'll bet she never saw you scratch my back