I'm not much in to dogs. And they're not in to me. That's my history, I can't change it now. 'Cuz those dogs are still on the prowl. . Dogs are puppies that grow up wild.
An ocean of you. Lost in wave upon a daze. And under a blanket of blue. Lay sailin'. . Driftin' with the tide. My heart an ocean wide. Lay sailin'. . But white horses wouldn't keep me from jumpin' in too deeply.