See him there,
Walking down the street with that little immaculate dog skippin’ next to him
He’s wearin’ some flannel and thick glasses but damn he been outshone by a canine
Prancin’
Prancin’ down by his Jordans
See how he’s got that unsure look on ‘im
He ain’t sure he can be proud enough
Down inside him he knows that this little pooch for whom he
Doled out the bucks is
Way wide of his presence
She walks like the world is some disgusting lie, nose to the sky
She walks like she was bathed in the hot desert sand and will never be lowered to the like of man
No. In order to reign that hound in he would have to be something extreme
Something that hit the far end of the social pendulum, way out at the fringes
A cocaine princess, a billionaire tiger mom, or the dirtiest drunk you’ve ever seen in the tenderloin.
But he ain’t that. He ain’t much at all.
And now what he thought would bring him into undeniable acclaim
Has made him an accessory to his accessory.
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