Текст песни
Woman with the black pug, how are you tonight?
Do you still have some strength at the end of the day?
Another long evening, no rest yet in sight
And the weekend is still two work-torments away
No one around you will ever relate
How is your mom, and your daughter as well?
They love you, but still they manipulate
For only your pug knows a true loving spell
Oh, sad-eyed lady, what went wrong?
Why the braces at forty-five?
Which of your troubles do they prolong?
Are you sure you're still alive?
Surely a neighbor is dreaming of you
Seeing a woman both bold and snug
Watching and thinking the rumor is true
A sizzling hot mammy with a black pug!
And what about men? You are tired, I bet!
Old goats and married ones hunting the same
How are they blind, do they not see it yet
That you want nothing to do with their game?
Still they keep writing from time to time
All of them chasing just one fleeting thing
Your teeth hurt, shaped to a perfect line
That pain you embrace mutes your heart's sharp sting
Oh, sad-eyed lady, what went wrong?
Why the braces at forty-five?
Which of your troubles do they prolong?
Are you sure you're still alive?
Surely a neighbor is dreaming of you
Seeing a woman both bold and snug
Watching and thinking the rumor is true
A blazing hot mammy with a black pug!
Oh, sad woman, with your snuffling pug
Empty small talk doesn’t matter to you
You’ve learned everything, nothing’s a drug
Any distraction just passes on through
But not the pug twitching feet in his sleep
He is your one and your only love
You watch him closely, the warmth running deep
Why not some rum with the stars above?
Oh, sad-eyed lady, what went wrong?
Why the braces at forty-five?
Which of your troubles do they prolong?
Are you sure you're still alive?
Surely a neighbor is dreaming of you
Seeing a woman both bold and snug
Watching and thinking the rumor is true
A scorching hot mammy with a black pug!
Only the pug in his nest soft and near
Brings joy to your eyes when the spreadsheets fade
Go pet him gently, his plush toy is here
While buzzing devices are left mislaid
Fatigue and the quarrels, the chores and the mess
Kept you from pleasures and kept you apart
Scratch the pug’s ear, as the scholars confess
That’s where the joy goes directly to heart
Oh, sad-eyed lady, what went wrong?
Why the braces at forty-five?
Which of your troubles do they prolong?
There is no doubt, you are still alive!
A steamy hot lady with a pug!
A sad-eyed lady with a pug!
