Back from where the crowd rains cold
She's letting down the burden
Never doing what she's told
Living another Walden

Back to where the cats are kings
She knows it by the letter
All those nights and all those mornings [bad word] it down and under

There she goes, polkadot dress
Barefoot on the cobblestones
Where is she at, let's take a guess
Jaywalking in the streets of Rome

She's like a hotline
You can call whether rain or shine
When it looks like nothing is bright
few words with her and you'll be allright

She is your chatter box
Writes you real letters
Oh roman goldilocks
She's some upsetter

There she goes, tropical cyclone
Barefoot on the cobblestones
Looking for Saint Jerome
Jaywalking in the streets of Rome

Picking up white owl feathers
She buries to keep safe
Drinking oil and loving cats
Gives her their pur rand their scratch

Trees leaves and seashells will make her day
Words [bad word] out in miscellaneous ways

Roaming along the gaps in the city
Greek goddess on the Campo dei fiori
Scarlet Doe in the middle of the Prairie
The feline can hear and feel and see