Puss and Kitty go hard at each other, like they're going to war. Puss and Kitty go rough. They keep throwing things and slamming the doors. Puss and Kitty get so damn dysfunctional they stop keeping score. Puss and Kitty get sick. Yeah, Puss knows they can't do this no more.
But, there she goes, there she goes, making him love her. Yeah, he stopped using his head, using his head. Let it all go. Got her stuck on his body, stuck on his body, like like tattoo. And now he's feeling stupid, feeling stupid, for crawling back to her.
So he crosses his heart heart hopes to die. That he'll only stay with her for one more night. And he knows, he says it a million times. But he'll only stay with her one more night.
Try to tell her "No, but his body keeps telling her "Yes". Try to tell her "Stop", but her soft lips got him so out of breath.
He'll be waking up in the morning probably having himself. He'll be waking up, feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell.
Puss and Kitty fool around under the covers.
In the morning, the couple was sleeping nice, cuddled up together, feeling satisfied.
That night was wonderful for them, and exactly what Puss needed.