Στοίχοι: Gentle Giant. Black Cat.

There's a cat prowling through the streets at night
And she's black and her eyes are burning yellow
Fierce and bright, the lights are darkened
Senses sharpened wide awake

As she acts out her past of jungle days
When the night was her friend in many other different ways
It gave protection of detection by her prey

With a sway and swing she walks away
And the look in her eye, it never seems to say
The way she's feeling, no revealing black cat ways