Sour Puss

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[Intro]

[Verse]
Well I’m a brown striped tabby, porch sittin’ king,
Chasin’ red dots and most anything,
I’ve tasted fried chicken, gravy, and ham,
A livin’ room legend—yes ma’am, I am.
But one hot afternoon by the screen door light,
I saw somethin’ yellow, lookin’ mighty bright,
Thought I’d found me a treat from the good Lord above…
Didn’t know I was bitin’ into heartbreak, not love.
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[Chorus]
That lemon done me wrong, turned my world upside down,
Put a bitter little twist on the best cat in town,
My whiskers pulled back, my eyes opened wide,
I saw my nine lives flash right before my pride.
Now I don’t trust nothin’ that’s sunny and sweet—
That lemon done me wrong… and it whooped my taste buds clean.
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[Verse]
Well I pawed it real gentle, rolled it ‘cross the floor,
Like a tumbleweed driftin’ past a saloon door,
Gave it one sniff—thought “this ain’t quite right…”
But curiosity’s a beast you just can’t fight.
Took one little bite, didn’t chew, didn’t think—
Next thing I know, I’m runnin’ from the sink,
Tongue doin’ backflips, ears pinned down tight—
Y’all, I nearly packed my bags and left that night.
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[Chorus]
That lemon done me wrong, hit me hard and fast,
Like a sour note echo from a checkered past,
I hissed at the ceiling, I swore at the sky,
Said “What kinda fruit makes a grown cat cry?!”
Now I side-eye sunshine like it’s packin’ deceit—
That lemon done me wrong… and it whooped my taste buds clean.
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[Bridge]
(soft, emotional steel guitar)
Now I sit on the porch when the day’s growin’ long,
Thinkin’ ‘bout where my good judgment went wrong,
Was it pride… or hunger… or fate’s cruel hand…
Or just one bad fruit in a big ol’ land…
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Final Chorus (bigger, with harmony)
That lemon done me wrong, but I’m still standin’ tall,
A little more cautious ‘bout things round here, y’all,
Give me tuna, give me treats, keep it simple and true—
And you can keep your citrus and your fancy food too.
Yeah I learned my lesson, won’t repeat that feat—
That lemon done me wrong… but it won’t get me twice, no sir-ee.
⸻(spoken, lazy drawl)
…ain’t no way that thing’s natural.