a dog in a rich lady's purse

If I was a dog, I'd be in the pound Not even a stray Free to run around I'd be in a cage, With no one to adopt me But no one to sorry that Nobody wanted me Because I looked too sad And too unhealthy I've always been the friend who walks on the grass And sees you all hanging out after class If I was a dog, I'd be small and annoying But just small enough to fit in a purse That no one takes seriously Just something to laugh at was a little too loud A dog in a rich lady's purse Is what I would be It's what you would see When you look at me A dog in a rich lady's purse If I was a dog, I'd be in the pound Not in those sad commercials, My sadness isn't cute enough To make people feel bad We'll put her in the back Where she can't be seen A dog in a rich lady's purse I've always felt I'm the Friend they bring around But only to laugh at a say, "What a clown" And pat my head And say mean things in a high-pitched voice So I won't know what it means But I keep this anger And let it fester Until I explode And they just laugh And throw me a bone And say, "she's quite a yapper But that's why we love her" A dog in a rich lady's purse If I was a dog, I'd be in the pound With no one to love, they should put me down