The Dog

I just turned over and reached for you in bed
You know it was the dog that I found there instead
Then there was a thought that crossed my min
That this has got to be an improvement of some kind
You know,the dog,well he stays home at night
He even knows the difference between wrong and right
A pat on the head and he is as happy as can be
You've been replaced by the dog don't you see
It was your cold feet,now it is his cold nose
But at least he comes home from where he goes
So if hunting the home you now seem to lack
There is a vacancy in the dog house out back

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