So, we've got this good ol' female cat named Layla, she's like 14 or 15, anyway, a true member of the family. Layla, while normally a good pal.. (if you don't bother her she'll leave you alone) has the bad habit - who knows why - that if you're walking around in shorts, skirts or generally with naked legs, she'll attack you and bite you around your knees. And not softly either!
And only today I realised that, not only Clapton has dedicated her a whole song, which I already knew, but he talks about exactly this tiny flaw:
Layla
You've got me on my knees, Layla
I'm begging, darling please, Layla
Darling won't you ease my worried mindOh we beg, god knows how much we beg when she gets us on our knees!
Sorry for wasting your time
