Are you coming home, I gotta know I got nothing better Pheromone, you're on the phone But I wrote you a letter, sayin' Darling you could be my feline, in time We could be in love Each and every night you put up a fight It's whatever You could scream and shout You could cuss it out It's whatever But baby you could pay my rent, I Won't die leaving you alone We could be in love, oh We could be in love, oh Buttercup you butter me up just to Say you're sorry Waiting on the Cabernet and the calamari To say that you could be my feline, alright Livin on my own, oh We could be in love, oh We could be in love, oh We could be in love, oh