Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
The dogs outside are barking, they're urging us on
Why don't we get to it, before they're all gone
I'm just afraid to tell you what I'm thinking
It might take too long
Maybe your mother would go take a walk
I know that she knows that we need to talk
I'm just afraid to tell you what I'm thinking
You might leave me here
Your father, he's sleepy, it's easy to see
Maybe he'll leave us the watching TV
I'm just afraid to tell you what I'm thinking
It might take too long
Maybe your brother wouldn't mind it if we
Went up to his room, he doesn't know me
I'm just afraid to tell you what I'm thinking
You might leave me here
Maybe your sister'd like it if we cleaned up her room
You with a dustpan, and me with a broom
I'm just afraid to tell you what I'm thinking
You might leave me here
The dogs outside are barking, they're urging us on
Why don't we get to it, before they're all gone
I'm just afraid to tell you what I'm thinking
You might leave me here