Tell Me a Story

My little dog, she licked my salty hands
Cried for the day before the sun began
My neighborhood became our own domain
Oh how I'd run when she called my name
Tell me a story that lasts for hours
I don't want to think of her
That little nose was either on the ground or in the air when the sirens sound
Your pinkest skin is no match for her teeth
Only the best bones are ever out of reach
Tell me a story that lasts for hours
I don't want to think of her