You strike gold   Walking with your dog   Something in his mouth, you whip it out   It's something soft      In the palm of your hand   Something from across the land   It's your love   In his animal's eyes   He's telling you where to hide your love      How are things looking?   How are things looking?      You strike gold   Walking with your dog   Something in his mouth, you whip it out   It's something soft      In the palm of your hand   Something from across the land   It's your love   In his animal's eyes   He's telling you where to hide your love      How are things looking?   How are things looking?      You strike gold.