Control

Eddie she's a good girl, she always comes for me When she's second guessing, well I tempt her with a treat Now I could treat her like a lady, but we both know she's a dog Teasing me with what she wears, oh so incog Neato she makes me feel, but I never know just what is real Cuz my mind controls my body & I can't control my mind Molly she's a riot, once she gets out of her head Now that I think about it, suspect I'm better off dead Whispers "please, one more sir", whilst she brandishes the knife Some folks they just ain't cut out to be husband & wife All alone is when we feel, perspective on just what is real is what is real Rachel loves her kitten, though she often comes unglued If'n I already paid admission, must I eat this attitude Suppose I could take you for granted for at least a few more years But we'll have to switch to liquor, cuz we plumb run out of beer