Checking Up on Me

There you were again.
I know it was you.
I could tell by those eyes.
I could tell by those eyes.

I was leaving my place.
I talked to that Marxista.
I told her you were more than a white cat.
I know it was you. More than a white cat.
Checking up on me.
Checking up on me.

Just because I have not answered that last letter.
That two month ago letter.
You dressed up like that.
Black tail on a white cat.

Last time you were that wild white dog.
That stared at me
and walked so slowly across the street.
You had been waiting for me.
Checking up on me.
Checking up on me.

That Marxista, she doesn't believe in this stuff.
In this spirit stuff.
I don't have to believe in this stuff.
In this spirit stuff.
I could tell by those eyes.
I could tell by those eyes.

And I will answer that last letter.
That two month ago letter.