| That canine breath
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| We’ve smelled it all before
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| Puppy love at first sight
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| No bark, but a venomous bite
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| Shocking collars
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| Bondage dollars
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| You’re on the rapist A-list
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| Excommunicated
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| Can ya handle the hatred?
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| Now!
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| Your reputation is spayed
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| Defiled the bed you made
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| Shocking collars
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| Bondage dollars
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| You’re on the rapist A-list
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| And ya got no friends to call, at all, at all, at all, at all
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| You’ve got a dog complex and no respect
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| You’re hanging from the leash around your neck
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| Won’t be remembered for your intllect
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| Quit acting so perplexd
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| Tucked tail between your legs
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| Are ya man enough to beg for a bone?
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| How’s it feel to be the one on all fours
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| At your sex club all alone?
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| Shocking collars
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| Bondage dollars
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| You’re on the rapist A-list
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| Excommunicated
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| You’ve got a dog complex and no respect
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| You’re hanging from the leash around your neck
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| Won’t be remembered for your intellect
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| Quit acting so perplexed
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| You’ve got a dog complex and no respect
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| You’re hanging from the leash around your neck
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| Won’t be remembered on the internet
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| Don’t bother acting
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| So perplexed
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| They ran you outta town
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| Straight back to the pound
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| They ran you outta town
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| Straight back to the pound
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| They ran you outta town
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| Straight back to the pound
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| They ran you outta town
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| Straight back to the pound
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| They ran you outta town
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| Straight back to the pound
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| They ran you outta town
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| Straight back to the pound |