Pickering Pick
Your Sleeping Dog
A thousand times, my love, I'll be your sleeping dogOn the floor, behind the door, until you come homeI'll dream about your footsteps with an aching moanWell I'm not going outside or rolling on your lawnA thousand times, my girl, I'll be your coffee cupAnd I'll be getting cold while you are waking upHow can you put me down to that dirty old sinkWhen a little taste of me ought to make you think?A thousand times, my god, I'll be your tangled sheetA young man with an old song singing in your streetLike a crow I'll run wild, staring at the moonI can see you've decided you'll be leaving soonA thousand times, my friend, I'll be your garden gateMoaning at the hinges when you get home lateA little bit of grease will shut me up real goodThings will still not end up like I knew they would
From Letras Mania