Black Cat Strut
Verse 1
In the moon's silver glow, on a shadowy street,
The night comes alive with a rhythmic beat.
With a flick of his tail and a glint in his eye,
A black cat prowls where the secrets lie.
Silent as a whisper, (quick as a flash,)
He moves through the night in a midnight dash.
Every step is smooth, every glance is sly,
Underneath the Halloween sky.
Chorus
It's the black cat strut, with a jazzman's grace,
Slinking through the alleys, he owns the place.
With a purr and a meow,( he's the king of the night,)
In his world of shadows, everything's right.
He's the black cat strut, (in his stylish groove,)
Making all the moonbeams sway and move.
With a hint of mystery and a touch of charm,
He prowls the streets, causing no harm.
Verse 2
In his eyes, there's a sparkle, a hidden spell,
A tale of the night that he'll never tell.
He dances with the leaves, he's a feline star,
Sipping on the moonlight from afar.
Every corner he turns, every shadow he casts,
A silent melody from the past.
The whispers of the night, they follow his lead,
In his sleek, midnight-speed.
Chorus
It's the black cat strut, with a jazzman's grace,
Slinking through the alleys, he owns the place.
With a purr and a meow, he's the king of the night,
In his world of shadows, everything's right.
He's the black cat strut, in his stylish groove,
Making all the moonbeams sway and move.
With a hint of mystery and a touch of charm,
He prowls the streets, causing no harm.
Bridge
Hear the soft tap of his paws on the pavement,
In the world of the night,( he's the statement.)
With a flick of his whiskers, (a knowing glance,)
He leads the night in a secret dance.
The city sleeps, but he's alive,
In the dark, he's the one who thrives.
With every purr and every stride,
He's the guardian of the Halloween tide.
Chorus
It's the black cat strut, with a jazzman's grace,
Slinking through the alleys, he owns the place.
With a purr and a meow, he's the king of the night,
In his world of shadows, everything's right.
He's the black cat strut, (in his stylish groove,)
Making all the moonbeams sway and move.
With a hint of mystery and a touch of charm,
He prowls the streets, causing no harm.
Outro
As the dawn starts to break, and the night fades away,
He disappears in the light of the new day.
But in the heart of the night, he'll always be,
The black cat strut, wild and free.