Pulp - Dogs Are Everywhere Lyrics
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Dogs Are Everywhere
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What Are The Lyrics For Dogs Are Everywhere By Pulp?
Dogs are everywhere
Almost everywhere That I go They have too much and then They have too much again And then more They leave their Scent behind them Everywhere they go Oh dogs are everywhere That I go Oh dogs are everywhere Almost everywhere That I go They have too much and then They have too much again And then more They leave their scent behind them Everywhere they go Oh dogs are everywhere Yes dogs are everywhere Yes dogs are everywhere That I go They always wag their tails At all the pretty girls And older women They find their own way in And they rip up everything That I believe in Sometimes I have to wonder About the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere Yes dogs are everywhere Yes dogs are everywhere That I go They get down on all fours When you walk through the door They whine and beg around your feet Like a dog for something sweet They sink their teeth in you They're tearing you in two Remains are buried out of doors Oh I want some more I want some more Sometimes I have to wonder About the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere Yes dogs are everywhere Oh dogs are everywhere That I go Sometimes I have to wonder About the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere Yes dogs are everywhere Yes dogs are everywhere That I go That I go That I go That I go Everywhere Everywhere Everywhere Everywhere Dogs are everywhere. |
Who Wrote Dogs Are Everywhere By Pulp?
Candida Doyle, Jarvis Cocker, Peter Mansell, Russell Senior
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What's The Duration Of The Dogs Are Everywhere By Pulp?The duration of Dogs Are Everywhere is 4:52 minutes and seconds. |
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