Lyrics

You took a knee and put some food in my cage And then you taught me how to sit and behave You told me, "Lick your fingertips a taste" And then you smacked me and you called me a waste I guess you gave me a little surprise in my drink Stumbled through the hall and hit my face on the sink Woke up in a panic and unable to see The pain intensified consequently Haven't I've been such a good, good boy? Haven't I've been such a good, good boy? Haven't I've been such a good, good boy? Haven't I've been such a good, good boy? You took a knee and put some food in my cage And then you taught me how to sit and behave You told me, "Lick your fingertips a taste" And then you smacked me and you called me a waste Haven't I've been such a good, good boy? Haven't I've been such a good, good boy? Haven't I've been such a good, good boy? Haven't I've been such a good, good boy?
Writer(s): Eric Whitney, Arthur Rizk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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