Black suede shoes will soon be mine
Big pocketbook I can steals with not much tryin’

Give me it lady, now get out of my way
Ooh, now I’m down, and what’s that you say?
Lady, let me go ‘fore my shirt tears
Gots no one at home, no one who cares

You lettin’ me loose, Yes ma’am I’ll run
Didn’t mean to take nothin’, just out for some fun

Ok, that didn’t work, so where to now?
Say I’m washing up and getting some chow?

What gives here lady, am I goin’ to jail
Nobody ever done cared a lick for my tail

She’s let me loose now, says to go and wash my face
Why ain’t I running through that door in a race?

Henrietta Smith Margret the third says I matter
Never thought that was nothin’ but chatter

I could run but I’m not – ain’t it fine
That I’m eating good food, talkin’, no lyin’

Mrs. Margret, can I help you tonight?
Could I buy you some bread, and you just sit tight?

Thank you ma’am, twenty dollars, twenty dollars for free
Is there something I havn’t figured out yet about me?

That money was half of Mrs. Margrets’ pay check
She might as well just of hung herself by her neck.

She has no money to feed herself or pay the rent
I think this is my hint!!!!!!!!

Yes there is something I have figured out about me
I am special in my own entity.