One, One, One,
You Have Shat On A Stroll With Me
Bow Wow, Bow,
That Cleaning Was My Job For Fifteen Years
p**s For
Own Territory
You Were Free To s**t
On The Park, On My Bed, Everywhere
This Collar Was Not To Bind
Wanted To Feel Vibration Of
Your Shitting
Every Time
I Can't Clean Anymore When Your Gone
Held Your Final Excreta Tight
Please s**t Me Again, One,
One, One,
Please Call Me Forever By Your Bow Wow
Memories Were Too much Of Your Good s**t
In My Mind
Never Forget, f**k
You Dearly
My Daily Work Was That
I Follow You To Clean After Your Call
Could You Understand Only Bread In My Using Word ?
You
Have Eaten It To Give Me s**t
Not Position Of Master And House Dog
We Were Best Freinds In The Name Of s**t