It's Been Rich, Calico Queen

Wash your paws, calico queen,
'cause we caught ya red-handed
and the signs of your sins
stick out like your thumb on the street-side
while you're waiting for each night's ride.

Your local haunt's fresh outta milk, calico queen,
can't keep your kind here anymore,
and though it's been swell,
you got your pack and you can make due.

Yer crafty like that,
ain't ya, calico queen?

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