Good Boy

The big bad dog keeps following me home

I think he just wants to use my phone

Whaddya think, should I let him in?

Should I let him get under my skin?

Well I did, I did, I did, I did

I let him in and his paws were wet

He got mud on my floor and in my bed

But he told me he loved me, he gave me a kiss

I thought, "I could get used to this"

He told me his bark was worse than his bite

But his big sharp teeth broke my skin last night

I had to forgive him, look at those puppy dog eyes

So big and round they make me wanna cry

And I did, I did, I did, I did

Believe me when I say I did

He says he's a good boy, I say, "I know"

But the backyard was a mess when I got home

He's doing things that he said he wouldn't

I knew I should've put him down but I just couldn't

Now the big bad dog is eating my food

He's big and strong and I am a fool

I'm skinny and tired, you can see my bones

But I'd rather be hungry than be alone