The treesnOn the hillside where we once laynAre all dead and gonenBut there's still the song that we used to singnAnd nownThere's a loose cat on your windowsillnAnd she's looking pale, oh, she's looking thinnShe'd love to come insidenOh, she'd love to be insidennOne false movenThere's someone else beside hernOne false movenYou're a paper tigernnShe swallows every move you makenWith a shock of fur and electric purr,nShe rubs against your legnHer lipsnThey are chapped and they are tremblingnWith a desperate need, so simple to readnShe's love them to be readnOh, she'd love them to be readnnOne false movenThere's someone else beside hernOne false movenYou're a paper tigernYou're a paper tigernYou're a paper tigernnNow you've got the movesnWe embrace younIn case you did not notice a thingnThere are more of us than there are of younYou better talk the line like I told you tonnThe treesnOn the hillside where we once laynAre all dead and gonenBut there's still the song that we used to singnAnd nownThere's a loose cat on your windowsillnAnd she's looking pale, oh, she's looking thinnShe'd love to come insidenOh, she'd love to be insidennOne false movenThere's someone else beside hernOne false movenYou're a paper tiger [x7]