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"I Like My Dog Better Than You" by Moratha

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And why shouldn’t I be,
Be a little put out.
You chose your life over me.
What the hell was that about?

You were my pet. Kick you,
Come sit on my lap.
Beg for a treat, bite my hand,
Then kiss is gently.

Come on then, bring it
I can take what you dish.
When did you become a bit
Colder than a fish?

You were my pet. Kick you,
Come sit on my lap.
Beg for a treat, bite my hand,
Then kiss is gently.

Like cat from dog
You ran far away.
Such a nasty old blog.
Sit, roll over, fetch, and stay.

You were my pet. Kick you,
Come sit on my lap.
Beg for a treat, bite my hand,
Then kiss is gently.



No one gets it but my dog, now roll over and play dead.





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On Saturday December 30th, 2006, Aunty Depressant (662) writes:
I'm thinking of moving...mainly so I can have a dog...glad you did not let account expire;)...In line "then kiss is gently" ought it be "it"?


On Thursday October 26th, 2006, An Expired Member (123) writes:
wow! I loved this!!



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