I DON'T LIKE IT
(M/T: Arthur Pewty)
You're saying all the right things,
at the wrong time.
You tell me that you miss me,
for a long time.
You adore the angry young men of your dreams.
You try to get by on your own.
But at the end of the days so it seems,
this little dog needs a bone.
Like a dog, you come crawling.
Like a dog, when I'm calling.
Like a dog, you come crawling.
Like a dog, when I'm calling .
And I don't like it.
No!
You look at me with bright eyes,
and you wait for another stick you can fetch.
Too bad your tail doesn't wiggle at all,
too bad there's nothing to catch.
You cuddle up motionless for a week,
on the spot of your choice.
But your state of unconsciousness ends,
at the tone of my voice.
Like a dog, you come crawling.
Like a dog, when I'm calling.
Like a dog, you come crawling.
Like a dog, when I'm calling .
And I don't like it.
(vom Album "Life itself is sweet, sweet, sweet")