Alley Cat

I've got a helluva woman
She takes me to Hell and back

I get bruised every time that we hit the sack
I've got scars running up and down my back
Well, she likes to bite and scratches like an alley cat

Like an empty well in the desert
Nothing left in the tank

I get bruised every time that we hit the sack
I've got scars running up and down my back
Well, she likes to bite and scratches like an alley cat

From Monday through to Friday
That woman drains me dry 
Saturday to Sunday
I struggle to get by
The loving seems so endless
I can't take anymore
I'm shaking as I'm waiting
For that knock upon my door

Careful what you wish for
Sometimes there's no way back

I get bruised every time that we hit the sack
I've got scars running up and down my back
Well, she likes to bite and scratches like an alley cat
She likes to bite and scratches like an alley cat
She likes to bite and scratches like an alley cat
She likes to bite - like an alley cat

Backing track has been kicking around for a while. Was in the mood to finish this.