You don’t want a good girl like me, 
Don’t need fixing but I sure need loving, 
I’m wanting, needing, laughing through your face,
And I’m not even that good these days. 

I’ve got that old world bounce, 
And that old world nose, but if you close your eyes
Think how we would look, 
there’s nothing there to compare, I’m a new taboo. 

New to cutlery and knives and guns, 
First in my bloodline taught to love, 
Like a wild dog that made it to the lap
Of the fat cheek thighs of some old lady who
Thinks she’s going to heaven for taking in an Indian blue. 

You wouldn’t believe I get sad, and coo, 
I’m not smart enough to know that
If you cry at the wrong time before you tell me 'Shoo'
It’s called guilt tripping after a screw. 

You mistake me for mischief, 
You think I’m better than the homeless,
But I need you just as bad as they need it.
I’m a love sick dog; please take me in.