I was under duress
When i said i was mad
I was sad
I'm sorry i broke your heart
When i said you were had
You were bad
Oh no
Don't let me go to the dogs
When i desire to spend my whole life with you
Oh no
Don't go away with your dogs
People are not exactly
What they do believe
They perceive
When will i teach myself
When to stay when to leave
Ask the beave
Funny you mention life
After death, 'cause i know
Where to go
We could go down to the
Pound where the puppies can grow
Very slow
Writer(s): Robert Steven Moore
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