Tattle and Tell

We cupped our ears when he told her
Never moved only stared when he’d tear into her
Late at night
Crying, «O, no woman of mine
Is gonna go running along, crying!»
Then she’d laugh, put him down on the hardwood
Belly down, knee in back, on the bedroom floor
«Cry 'uncle',» she said, «or there’ll be more!»
Off we run, off we run through the back yard
Over lumber and barrels and broken cars
Princess heard, so she ran and she chased us
But her collar and chain around her neck kept her from us
Muddy paws, muddy paws, they’ll tell on you
How they’ll tattle and tell where you been, every time
Oh, hell, ain’t no use in lying
Oh, hell, there’s no shame in what we’d done