Clint Eastwood

I'll lay at your feet

I'll be the dog in heat

I prefer to yearn than to take action with you

Close leash

The hound in place

Irrationally I'll quiver and shake

Got these momentary aches and pains

And I'll be here around

And I'll be on the ground

And I'll be here around

And I'll be on the ground

When the car knocked the wind out of you

And almost threw you into a tomb

Actively with a demise

The dog doesn't want the owner to die

And I'll wait around

And I'll wait on the ground

And I'll wait around

And I'll wait on the ground

In tune

For good

In tune

For good