Dogs

Duration

4:41

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

Without my shakespeare Or bloodied vines to declare my love With fingers in the air Oh there's your mistress She's so supple with a new concierge They're playing in the bathroom Why does your tongue twist round the S's Neither noun or a verb You're lecherously eager Nothing on the Bayou Except the steam a-rolling Down your lane Did it once now you love it oh Valentines dead And there's noone leaving roses on your Bedroom floor Not a bad metaphor You paint on magic Wiping sleep away from big brothers eyes And in it i'm a loser Oh theres your mistress She's immortal mis-directing old words But nothing seemed impossible Why does your tongue twist round the S's Neither noun or a verb You're lecherously eager Nothing on the Bayou Except the steam a-rolling Down your lane Did it once now you love it oh Who can say they love you I've been dreaming of you My lonely night arrives On fire I say she wants my body I say she touch my pillow