I think Molly Bee's a metaphor
or perhaps a simile
She's mercy in a fat cat's frame
Like God, she's comforting
"Relax," she purrs, (she can tell I'm down),
"Let's both take a nap."
then she brushes grace up against my arm
and crawls in to my lap

Purring is her secret prayer
'cause she's most concerned for me
I think Molly is a metaphor
or perhaps a simile

There was a country music gal,
I'd watch her on T.V.
I was a little kid in love back then
with pretty Molly Bee
That's how my cat got her last name
(My wife never calls her that,
just "Molly" but it seems to bee
way too common for this cat

Purring is her secret prayer
'cause she's most concerned for me
I think Molly is a metaphor
or perhaps a simile

And when she's had a busy day
chasin' bugs and such
and when all she does is cry for food
and is indifferent to my touch
I still love her as I watch
like God waits here for me
(da da da da.)

She'll come back for comfort soon
if I wait here patiently
She seems to know we're here to share
this gentle mystery
That's when I'm Molly's metaphor
or perhaps her simile
That's when I'm Molly's metaphor
or perhaps her simile