You strike gold
Walking with your dog
Something in his mouth, you whip it out
It's something soft
In the palm of your hand
Something from across the land
It's your love
In his animal's eyes
He's telling you where to hide your love
How are things looking?
How are things looking?
You strike gold
Walking with your dog
Something in his mouth, you whip it out
It's something soft
In the palm of your hand
Something from across the land
It's your love
In his animal's eyes
He's telling you where to hide your love
How are things looking?
How are things looking?
You strike gold.
