Oh lord, what'll you do?
She's arrived in your mother's shoes
She's gonna kiss then kill you
She's arrived in her lover's shoes
They tell me, lord what'll you do
She has an appetite for boys like you
She's gonna make your stars unscrew
When she arrives in lover's shoes

But she's far too rich to eat...tell her
Too sweet to digest...tell her
And this is why the heart...tell her
Rots within the chest

She's a dog with no tail, no sense of direction
Slightly derailed not scared of affection
She's a dog with no tail, no sense of direction
Slightly derailed but staying for breakfast

Nous sommes chien, nous somme chien
Nous sommes chien san cous...

© 1992 the pale

From: http://chicks-dig-unix.net/dogswithnotails.txt