Move it on over little dawg.
I jump freight trains now.
I sleep where i want.
And I gnaw the souls of
better men than you
are.
I don't hear you anymore.
I write my own songs
and I wave away your
charmless melodies
alone.
I hum as I hear the
music of another
lover.
Move it on over
little dawg, the
big dawg moved
right
in.
Caroline Shank
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC
Move it on over little dawg.
I jump freight trains now.
I sleep where i want.
And I gnaw the souls of
better men than you
are.
I don't hear you anymore.
I write my own songs
and I wave away your
charmless melodies
alone.
I hum as I hear the
music of another
lover.
Move it on over
little dawg, the
big dawg moved
right
in.
Caroline Shank
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