Feeling like a robot
Miss you my dear best friend
Always ready for a walk
Oh so Small but angry
could lick your genitals
it didn’t really matter
you couldn’t talk
You barked at the car that
Came with such crazy speed
You thought you could easily win
You weren’t old, your tricks were new
You never let me down
Could find the streets without a map
And now I am without you
nobody seems to care
The city has not burned into flames
Well, the car won and you lost
You with your [bad word] hair
The last game you ever played
Tyra Banks I wish I would see your face back here again
Tyra Banks I [bad word] loved you
I hope in heaven you’ll have all the cookies you want
warm bed and a [bad word] up front
Tyra Banks I miss you 
Tyra Banks where are you
Tyra Banks