One, One, One,
You Have Shat On A Stroll With Me
Bow Wow, Bow,
That Cleaning Was My Job For Fifteen Years
Piss For Own Territory
You Were Free To sh**
On The Park, On My Bed, Everywhere
This Collar Was Not To Bind
Wanted To Feel Vibration Of Your sh**ting
Every Time
I Can't Clean Anymore When Your Gone
Held Your Final Excreta Tight
Please sh** Me Again, One, One, One,
Please Call Me Forever By Your Bow Wow
Memories Were Too much Of Your Good sh**
In My Mind
Never Forget, f** 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 sh**
Not Position Of Master And House Dog
We Were Best Freinds In The Name Of sh**