Evripidis & His Tragedies Straydog
When we met you had a straydog with you, tied on a
leash
you asked me to take you home, I said I could not
possibly do it,
'cause my parents wouldn't ever want
a straydog, filthy and full of fleas on their sofa
but I couldn't resist your brown eyes
so I took in both of you, I took in both of you
through the back door
you were a straydog yourself, you were found in the
park
looking hungry and lonely and beaten up,
I took you home, tied your wounds, gave you a warm bath
and two arms
to hold you through the night.
they say when a stray dog looks at you
in his brown eyes you can see his past, his gratitude
and unconditional love....and that's how you seemed to
look at me
that's how you seemed to look at me
that's how you seemed to look at me.
I had finally a friend to spend the winter with
you liked to play a lot and lick my salty tears
I even put you in my bed, much to my parents complaints
but soon you turned out to be more of a capricious
poodle
than a friendly mongrel
and started showing your teeth!
I thought I'd found unconditional love but this
straydog bit me hard
so I gave you a kick in the arse, so I gave you a kick
in the arse
I gave you a kick in the arse and I let you go...
...but then we met again,after a long long time and
once more
you were with a stray dog
you asked me to take you home I said no no, no I
couldn't do it!
'cause my flatmates wouldn't ever want
a dirty canine full of fleas in our home
but as far as I'm concerned, I'd still let you in,
I'd still let you in
through the back door ...through the back door....
through the back door...how could I say no to a
straydog?
how could I say no to a straydog?
how could I say no to a straydog?
