Donna Summer - Cats without claws

It's a windy nightof first and mainof any cityof a hundred namesspirits fly high and the sparks fly lowand the cats are all creeping out the back door slowand the cats are out, gonna harmonizethey're headed for Cool Street on the main lineand here comes that Joe Serepntinethe life of a cat can leave you far behind They're just cats without clawsnever had a good reasonnever had a cause It's hard to be yourselfwhen everyone else is aroundthere's always someone out theretrying to pull you downyou're sitting on the fence crying out to the moonthe day goes by too fast and the night comes too soonyou bet your life and you sell your soulgive it all up for beggar's goldand the hidden city has its own lawsproduces a species cats without claws They're just cats without clawsnever had a good reasonnever had a causeoh, they're just cats without clawsnever had a good reasonnever had a cause Oh, here they come againsinging songs in a melodydo, do, do, do, do Oh, oh, it's tough life, tough life, tough lifeand the streets are full of painspecially when it's calling out your nameit's hard on the one who doesn't sacrificethe things the world has to offer nicecome inside, spend some time, stay aliveit'll take your heart and it'll steal your mind Oh, they're just cats without clawsnever had a good reasonnever had a causeoh, they're just cats without clawsnever had a good reasonnever had a causeoh, oh, oh, o