She's a Dog
In a filthy little room sits a dirty little girl.
Hair undone, eyes askewed,
She kills time.
Hangin' with rats and other vermin,
Stinkin' to high heaven.
She won't stop bitin', so she'll never go outside.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll bite until you're bloody and dead.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll never get enough to be satisfied.
The rocks and bones that she's collected
Are strewn to the ________ (?)
She's untidy, she's a surly bad luck thing.
She's smoking cigarettes for breakfast.
And Echo Park ain't Texas.
No one loves her, she's a sorry little dog.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll bite until you're bloody and dead.
She's a dog.
She's a dirty dog.
And she'll never get enough to be satisfied.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll bite until you're bloody and dead.
She's a dog.
She's a dirty dog.
And she'll never get enough to be satisfied.
Well when that little dog gets tired,
She sleeps and dreams alone.
Bottle caps and horrible shipwrecks make her cry.
And when them big dogs come a-howlin'
That little dog sets a-growlin'
And them big ol' dogs just laugh and go away.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll bite until you're bloody and dead.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll never get enough,
No she'll never get enough,
No she'll never get enough to be satisfied.
Hair undone, eyes askewed,
She kills time.
Hangin' with rats and other vermin,
Stinkin' to high heaven.
She won't stop bitin', so she'll never go outside.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll bite until you're bloody and dead.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll never get enough to be satisfied.
The rocks and bones that she's collected
Are strewn to the ________ (?)
She's untidy, she's a surly bad luck thing.
She's smoking cigarettes for breakfast.
And Echo Park ain't Texas.
No one loves her, she's a sorry little dog.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll bite until you're bloody and dead.
She's a dog.
She's a dirty dog.
And she'll never get enough to be satisfied.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll bite until you're bloody and dead.
She's a dog.
She's a dirty dog.
And she'll never get enough to be satisfied.
Well when that little dog gets tired,
She sleeps and dreams alone.
Bottle caps and horrible shipwrecks make her cry.
And when them big dogs come a-howlin'
That little dog sets a-growlin'
And them big ol' dogs just laugh and go away.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll bite until you're bloody and dead.
She's a dog.
She's a filthy dog.
And she'll never get enough,
No she'll never get enough,
No she'll never get enough to be satisfied.
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Writer(s): Carla Bozulich
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