Hooves
Sir Chloe
Eyes like a goat
Blinking sideways at the show
No shoes on, hooves for toes
Walking like nobody knows
Take me out to the back, I know
Where you show me your hands, I don’t
I don’t want to hold hands, I don’t
I don’t want to hold hands
Stand on hind legs
Feed you through the picket fence
Bite my hand, drool, beg
Table manners, what a drag
At the end of your pack, I know
Can I offer a drag, I don’t
I don’t want to hold hands, I don’t
I don’t want to hold hands
I don’t want to hold hands, I don’t want to hold hands
You’ve been chewing my hair over and over again
Took in my fist
Your watch off your favorite wrist
Check the time, get dressed
Blinking sideways at your guest
Take you out to the grass, I know
Sink your teeth into trash, I don’t
I don’t want to hold hands, I don’t
I don’t want to hold hands
I don’t want to hold hands, I don’t want to hold hands
You’ve been chewing my hair over and over again