When Pugs Cry
Dig if you will a hole
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The dirt on your nose tickles me
Can you help me
Can you dig a hole
Dream if you can a backyard
A field of yellow in bloom
Pugs strike curious poses
They feel the pressure
The pressure of a doodie in tow
How can you just leave me squatting
Alone in a backyard that's so cold…so cold!
Maybe I'm just shedding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too old
Maybe you're just like my cousin
He's always outside…he's always outside!
Why do we doodie on each other
This is what it sounds like
When pugs cry
Rub if you will my stomach
Feel how my dinner trembles inside
You've got my legs spread eagle
Don't make me bite you
Even pugs have pride
How can you just leave me squatting
Alone in a backyard that's so cold…so cold!
Maybe I'm just shedding
Maybe I'm just like my father, too old
Maybe you're just like my cousin
He's always outside…he's always outside!
Why do we doodie on each other
This is what it sounds like
When pugs cry
Ooh, ooh, ooh, baby!
This is what it sounds like
When pugs cry
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005
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