Packed a lunch of tea and orange
At Mercedes five and dime
Now I'm slipping out the back door
And I'm feeling alright
Found the bosses gold Camero
Think I'll take it for a ride
Cross the world to California
Where i know she's waiting
She picks me up like I've never been down before
And its hard to think you got the best of me yet
I can't believe while these dogs are at the
Door honey
You came to take apart what's left of me
120 down the freeway
About a thousand miles to go
Cross the border to resida
Outskirts on the avenue
can't escape the operator
California here I come
Groves are passing by the way
And I know its waiting
She picks me up like I've never been down before
And its hard to think you got the best of me yet
I can't believe while these dogs are at the
Door honey
You came to take apart what's left of me
Pileup on the Berkshire turnstile
About a thousand miles to go
There the feelin' faded quickly
Madonnas on the radio
Packed a lunch of tea and orange
Think I'll take it for a ride
Cross the world to California
Where I know she's waiting
She picks me up like I've never been down before
And its hard to think you got the best of me yet
I can't believe while these dogs are at the
Door honey
You came to take apart what's left of me
At Mercedes five and dime
Now I'm slipping out the back door
And I'm feeling alright
Found the bosses gold Camero
Think I'll take it for a ride
Cross the world to California
Where i know she's waiting
She picks me up like I've never been down before
And its hard to think you got the best of me yet
I can't believe while these dogs are at the
Door honey
You came to take apart what's left of me
120 down the freeway
About a thousand miles to go
Cross the border to resida
Outskirts on the avenue
can't escape the operator
California here I come
Groves are passing by the way
And I know its waiting
She picks me up like I've never been down before
And its hard to think you got the best of me yet
I can't believe while these dogs are at the
Door honey
You came to take apart what's left of me
Pileup on the Berkshire turnstile
About a thousand miles to go
There the feelin' faded quickly
Madonnas on the radio
Packed a lunch of tea and orange
Think I'll take it for a ride
Cross the world to California
Where I know she's waiting
She picks me up like I've never been down before
And its hard to think you got the best of me yet
I can't believe while these dogs are at the
Door honey
You came to take apart what's left of me
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Dogs Lyrics as written by Roger Waters David Jon Gilmour
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You came to take apart what's left of me), she gets the best of him over and over again, though he cliams she hasnt at the end of each refrain.
Evezero, even if "she" is California, most of what you said would fit anyway. I always jsut viewed the dogs at the door as trouble brewing. Even with all my problems you still try and take me apart, bring me down.