Good Boy

The big bad dog keeps following me home
I think he just wants to use my phone
Whaddya think, should I let him in?
Should I let him get under my skin?
Well I did, I did, I did, I did

I let him in and his paws were wet
He got mud on my floor and in my bed
But he told me he loved me, he gave me a kiss
I thought, "I could get used to this"

He told me his bark was worse than his bite
But his big sharp teeth broke my skin last night
I had to forgive him, look at those puppy dog eyes
So big and round they make me wanna cry
And I did, I did, I did, I did
Believe me when I say I did

He says he's a good boy, I say, "I know"
But the backyard was a mess when I got home
He's doing things that he said he wouldn't
I knew I should've put him down but I just couldn't

Now the big bad dog is eating my food
He's big and strong and I am a fool
I'm skinny and tired, you can see my bones
But I'd rather be hungry than be alone