Before I met my baby
There was a whole lot going on
Yes, before I met my baby
There was a whole lot going on
I used to wag my tail in every corner
Never hesitate to give that bitch a bone
Before I met my baby
Didn't have a clue
Before I met my baby
I didn't know what I should do
Before I met my baby
This misguided mutt
Made dog meat out of you
And everybody else
She went to see my kennel
She said it's like a rabbit hutch
She went to see me kennel
She said it smells too much
She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all
Until the furniture-man come
One time, baby
I took her for a walk
Two timing bitch
I tried to squash her under a truck
Three time loser, this ain't no game
Five hand shuffle driving me insane
I can't get it when I want it
When I call her
She don't answer to her name
We settle down into a laugh of bliss
Or so it seemed
I adjusted to the endless
Wine and food mixes end her talking to me
It was hell, I tell you
And when I dug my bone up
She threw my bone right back at me!
I'm finished with that bitch
He'd left her tied up to a tree
She had a note around her neck saying, "Take this one, she's free"
Before I met my baby
My life was misery
Before I met my baby
My life was misery
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