I heard that cats wear their hearts on their sleeves
Sleeves being fur, and the cats siamese

they turn black where they are cold,
And light where they feel warm, I’m told

And if i owned a cat, I think it would be neat
To know how they felt, know where to heat

I’d light a fire near the burnt bits, to burn away the coal
Smore making in reverse, flames whitening their soul

People aren't like cats though, where they’re cold is hard to find
So much I’d give to know your needs, and look inside your mind

But even if we’re not siamese, you should know I’d like to say,
I want to make eachother warm till we’re white and gray