You're all milk and honey, aways after me  And the trace of your drool shows where I have been  It's your favourite sport to chase whatever flees  You can't bare to loose a thing you cannot reach  You jump at me every yime we meet  You jump at me, knock me off my feet  And drool all over me  You dig throuhg my garbage for a souvenir  I throw things at you: you fetch but never flee  When left in the dog-house you still look si pleased  Out to snitch my heart you're straining at your leash