That Dog

Huggin through September
Kissin through November
By the next year we had gone and got ourself a dog
Yeah she tells me she loves me
And she knows that i’m ugly
But that shit it don’t bother my baby no not at all
Huggin through September
Kissin through November
By the next year we had gone and got ourself a dog
Both her and the dog would suffer too much for too long
While i was out galavanting with strangers in bars
The only saint that i ever knew was that dog
And i watched as he grew into one more noble and forthright that i could’ve
forged