I run for your train carriage like a bat out of hell
Knowing full well you will not scratch my neck
Although I'm sure you' ll offer me a pet bowl
But never let me lick your dogs
Ready to follow your orders with wagging tail
Sadly realizing you will not give me one
With great relish I' d pick up any trail
it is pity you have decided to leave none
- Passing cold spring nights on
- Stairs under your closed doors
- Begging for your favour
- Your grace I don't deserve
- Want to lie at your feet
- Proving my loyalty
- All for the lastest chance
- And the hope to repent
The dignity's lost for the sake of blind love
I yelp at the moon instead of howling at it
I wish you took a broom and at last boot me out
I can stand no more to live in a cloud
Be your dog
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