Lone Dog

Tom lurks in the garden
Tom waits in line
Tom thinks he's a charmer
When he reeks of moonshine

Lone dog in the yard
Not a leash in sight
When he pads into town
It's to bark and to bite

Well-oiled
Hard-boiled
Tom typically gets his way
Too hungry
No money
The beast with the belly is gonna pay

Said he lost his manners
Back in '66
He doesn't ask before touching
When he's itching for a fix

He's a real Casanova
With a Weinstein kinda grin
They say his tongue's made of silver
And he wears his patience thin

Well-oiled
Hard-boiled
Tom typically gets his way
Too hungry
No more money
The beast with the belly is gonna pay

With his lids heavy
And a full belly
He wants more

Showing no mercy
Gets his paws dirty
He wants more

Well-oiled
Hard-boiled
Tom typically gets his way
Too hungry
No more money
The beast with the belly is gonna pay



Credits
Writer(s): Mia Kelly
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