Lyrics

You're all milk and honey, a'ways after me And the trace of your drool shows where I have been It's your favourite sport to chase whatever flees You can't bare to loose a thing you cannot reach You jump at me every yime we meet You jump at me, knock me off my feet And drool all over me You dig throuhg my garbage for a souvenir I throw things at you: you fetch but never flee When left in the dog-house you still look si pleased Out to snitch my heart you're straining at your leash