You call me a dog, well, that's fair enough
'cause it ain't no use to pretend you're wrong
You call me out. i can't hide anymore
i have no disguise you can see through
You say it's bad luck to have fallen for me
what can i do to make it good for you?
You wore me out like an old winter coat
trying to be safe from the cold
But when it's my time to throw the next stone
i call you beautiful if i call at all
you call me dog
And you tell me i'm low 'cause i slept on the floor
and out in the watch with the badgers and wolves
You threw me out 'cause i went digging for gold
and i came home with a hand full of coal
But when it's my time to throw the next stone
i call you beautiful if i call at all
and when it's my time to call your bluff
i call you beautiful or leave it alone
Yeah, you call me a dog
well, that's fair enough
it doesn't bother me as long as you know
the bad luck will follow you
if you keep me on a leash and you drag me along

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