You got your hooks in me
You want a lot from me
But I can see through you
You got nothing for me at all

Well you just talk too loud
You’ve got to be in a crowd
So you can’t understand
Why I have to leave again

Without, with you
Without, with you
Without, with you
Sorry I can’t stay

You got your hooks in me

Please take your dog with you
I’m sure he needs you too
You seem to like him more
You can have more fun with him

Bestiality
Bestiality
You’d probably get on fine
You don’t need to learn how to whine

 

from The Diary Of A Musical Nobody