Eddy Grant — Wildcat

She was a wildcat She picked up her victims and she hung them out to dry She was a wildcat A pain in the rectum, she was an emotional bind She drove a red mini with her hat in the back A look of innocence on her feet I never thought she'd become a phobia But then my luck's like that, oh yeah I said, my luck's like that She loved Bobby Joe but then I became the victim Of her sex and intellectual mind She played dominoes on my chest in the kitchen And she massaged my big ego, oh yeah I said, she massaged my big ego She was a wildcat She picked up her victims and she hung them out to dry She was a wildcat A pain in the rectum, she was an emotional bind Oh yeah, she did me for eight years I never understood a word she said I don't miss her but every now and then She comes visiting me in my head, oh yeah She comes visiting me in my head I can remember Georgie, he was like Peter Pan He lived in my father's house She drove that red car right into his face And now he's walking and talking 'bout how, oh yeah He's just walking and talking 'bout how She was a wildcat She picked up her victims and she hung them out to dry She was a wildcat A pain in the rectum, she was an emotional bind Dick the tramp, he looked all about ninety He lived up on a cloud She took him one night right there in the doorway 'Cause she said he looked a lot like me, oh yeah She said he looked a lot like me A date stamped on the front of a newspaper Established her very worst fear She went looking for me but in a weird way She said, "Jesus, he's a millionaire", oh Lord She said, "Jesus, he's a millionaire" She was a wildcat She picked up her victims and she hung them out to dry She was a wildcat A pain in the rectum, she was an emotional bind