the guy who saved a doggy in the storm tequila gave him courage you took his poor soul that was not a noble thing to do
he sets up for a wit, sozzles himself trying to deal with depths of your ocean and thought not a wise thing to do
he keeps an eye on you but theres no one to look after him the guy could save the day and maybe more but you dont need it
the guy is smokinng luckys he's bringing irony to lungs and his unlucky life the boy has rum and stones in dirty pockets his nose is wet and cold, he even smells like doggy
he keeps an eye on you but theres no one to look after him the guy could save the day and maybe more but you dont need it
the guy is looking up above and wishes he could hide or cry like goddamn crab he loves the night in you not a great thing to do you are not scared of storm and u don't give a damn about the guy who saved a doggy
walking, talkin, seeing shit thats what his life is all about
he keeps an eye on you but theres no one to look after him the guy could save the day and maybe more but you dont need it