Pomeranian (Eat your heart out, Paul Simon)

Heīdīve liked to know
A little bit about you
For his files.
Heīdīve liked
To leave you home
All by yourself.
In the backseat
All your hearīs
Her sympathetic voice.
Stroll around the lake
Until you feel relieved.

And hereīs to you, Pomeranian.
Fox Mulder loved you more than you will know,
(wo, wo, wo)
Now whereīs your leash, Pomeranian,
Thereīs danger in the woods just where you stay,
(Hey, hey, hey...)

Squat down in a hidden place
Where no one ever goes.
Hide it under carpet with your hindpaws.
Itīs a little secret
Just a smelling bad affair.
Most of all, youīve got to hide it
From the Saint.

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Pomeranian,
What you did was worse that you might think.
(...)
God help you, please, Pomeranian.
Looks like youīre right in it for the sink.
(...)

Sitting on the counter,
On a Friday afternoon,
Getting rid of all those nasty fleas, yeah,
Yap about it,
Jump right off it,
When you hear him call,
Getting washed is just no fun at all.

Where have you gone, Spuds MacKenzie -oh?
St. Scully turns her lonely eyes to you,
(...)
Why do you yap, Pomeranian?
Have beer and fun is all she needs to do
(...).

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