Ruark Sick Of It
These eyes were meant for looking
I could've looked another way
Save myself the misery
Your complaining wears me out sick of it I'm gone
I'm taking the dog oh, you can keep the fleas
Your mind was meant for dreaming
Oh, your dreams were crushed by me
Oh, let your mind go free
My OCD wears you out sick of it you're gone
You're taking the dog and leaving the fleas
Oh Should have bought a flea collar
Fleas in the house
Fleas in the bed
Oh no fleas in my hair
These dogs were meant for walking
Wish they'd walked right past us too
Oh, the heck we put em' through
All the fighting wears em' out sick of it he's gone
He's taking his bone guess we're stuck with the fleas
