| Doggy abandonned, hair shining, speckled; |
| baring its fangs to the crowd
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| «I tried to avoid it» said lady in slippers «they came and they barked on my
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| grounds»
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| Oh well gather the squad
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| And meet their drastic dentures
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| Bark in their mouths now
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| Lick on their greasy wigs
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| Whoosh Fountain of slobber
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| Pretty thin gestures they have
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| You get down on your knees and you crawl to the floor so I can pet you and bite
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| you hard
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| I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
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| I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
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| Down on all fours, FANGS OUT
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| Down on all fours, FANGS OUT
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| Down on all fours, FANGS OUT
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| Down on all fours, FANGS OUT
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| Down on all fours, FANGS OUT
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| Down on all fours, FANGS OUT
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| I’ll make you scream now oh oh MAKE YOU BLEED now
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| I’ll lick your wounds now off off NOW SIT
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| SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT
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| Shout out to those dogs
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| Counting the days days
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| Waiting to jump on the first guy who’s bleeding up to death
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| Counting up days days
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| Itching your bruise, bruises
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| Watching you bleed and jerk off like that’s what you always wanted
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| Down on all fours, fangs out
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| Down on all fours, fangs out
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| Down on all fours, fangs out
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| Down on all fours, fangs out
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| Fangs out
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| I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
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| I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
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| I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
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| I will lick the crust itching through the ditch |