| The old prospector's nose for gold |
| The sailor who can read the sky |
| The gambler's sense of when to fold |
| The trick to making apple pie |
| These mysteries one cannot explain |
| This old black art, so queer and quaint |
| Like making love, or making rain |
| Either you got it, or you ain't |
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| Some cats know |
| You can tell by the touchin' |
| They don't come in a-huffin' and a-puffin' |
| And a-grabbin' and a-clutchin' |
| Some cats know |
| How to take it nice and slow |
| But if a cat don't know, a cat don't know |
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| Some cats know |
| How to stir up the feelin' |
| They keep foolin' 'round 'til you're half way to the cellin' |
| Some cats know |
| How to make the honey flow |
| But if a cat don't know, a cat don't know |
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| Some cats know just where it's at |
| They are not like some others |
| I would druther one like that |
| If I had my druthers |
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| Some cats know |
| How to play nice and pretty |
| Nice and soft and soon you're off to good time city |
| Some cats know |
| How to take it nice and slow |
| But if a cat don't know, a cat don't know |
| He just don't know |
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