原始歌词 (English)
Furry Friends
You are so close to me right now—I feel
Your gentle breath upon my rugged face,
And yet as far as a delicious meal
Would be from those who dine on crumbs for days.
When our eyes meet, yours slip away at once,
And mine, like some mistreated mongrel mutt,
Will follow them without the merest chance
Of earning me a doghouse in your heart.
Sometimes I truly wish I were a dog,
For women tend to love those furry beasts
Much more than men, who tend to talk the talk
Diverse in form—much less so in the gist.