Sick of writing sad sad songs of silly stories and life lived wrong
You say that I am not that strong
I know, I’m in [bad word] Sometimes you forget that staying in your own shoes might be the best bet for you
Perhaps I’m just the animal that you lack in your life
So I went to the pound
To see if he was back around
Because I still believe in round trip tickets and the promises
Or maybe he chose not to be
No more humane society
But I believe [bad word] back for me
My rescue dog
Seems to me that he left the scene
he’s now the Chihuahua of the beauty queen
she’s everywhere I wanna be
man, she’s living well
With designer shoes and designer dogs
Fame’s [bad word] a favorite god
Play that card with all your heart
I just want a Saint Bernard
So I went to the pound
To see if he was back around
Because I still believe in round trip tickets and the promises
Or maybe he chose not to be
No more humane society
But I believe [bad word] back for me
Lassie and my lassitude
Save myself, no time to brood
My lack of courage and changing mood just gives you more fuel
Well, now my inspiration is lacking and all the dogs are snapping snapping
maybe i should just start backing up to the cat’s den
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I believe [bad word] back for me
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I believe [bad word] back for me
my RESCUE DOG
So sick of writing sad sad songs
of silly stories and life lived wrong
Well maybe I am growing strong, and I just fail to see
The beauty of this funk I’m in
I’ll just break my case like Rin Tin Tin
Understand I’m not a sin, I just need a dog
So I went to the pound
To see if he was back around
Because I still believe in round trip tickets and the promises
Or maybe he chose not to be
No more humane society
But I believe [bad word] back for me
I believe [bad word] back for me
I believe [bad word] back for me