Ya know what they say.
Friend ‘a mine always quotes it,
follows with a shot, and a wink,
as he goes off in the hopes of gettin’ off.
“All cats are black at night.”
I don’t say this next part to be innocent here,
I done my fair share of objectifyin’, mind,
I ain’t proud, too proud, that is, to admit it.
But it don’t strike me like that.
Ain’t never struck me like that.
Learnin’ a new love,
it’s like learning a new tongue,
and you either both agree to stick with it ’till ya learn,
or ya don’t.
And I’m well aware that cats is dogs sometimes, or anything they prefer,
that’s all dandy,
but it don’t change my meanin’.
Anyone who’s learned a tongue,
they know it don’t stop at just the words.
Words, they mean shit,
and they don’t mean shit if you don’t know the shit they mean.
Ya know what I mean?
Nah, let me explain.
It ain’t enough to know what to say,
but it’s the why that’s important.
It’s always the why that’s important,
in anything.
Otherwise it don’t mean nothin’.
It ain’t true what they say, not all cats are black at night,
‘n I can’t sleep with you.
Not right now,
not what I’ve seen.
Don’t mean I care any less,
but they ain’t all black,
they ain’t all anything,
and I–
It ain’t that I don’t wanna,
understand that.
There’s just some blood ya can’t wash off.
It’s the why that’s important,
in anything.
