[B. Dickinson/ J. Gers] [Tattooed millionaire-sessions, 1990]
Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on Yea, before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on I used to wag my tail in every corner, never hesitate to give that bitch a bone
Before I met my baby didn't have a clue Before I met my baby I didn't know what I should do Before I met my baby this misguided mutt made dogmeat out of you and everybody else
She went to see my kennel, she said "It's like a rabbit huch" She went to see my kennel, she said "It smells too much" She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all until the furniture-man called He said take it away, oh yeah, go on, let's guitar
One time, baby, I took her for a walk Two timing bitch, I tried to squash her under a truck Three time looser, this ain't no game Five hand shuffle driving me insane I can't get it when I want it, when I call her she don't answer to her name
We settle down into a laugh of bliss or so it seemed I adjusted to the endless wine and foodmixes end her talking to me It was hell, I tell you And when I dug my bone up, she threw my bone right back at me!
Some... There's some harmonica? In the ball?
I finished with that bitch, he'd left her tied up to a tree She had a note around her neck saying, "Take this one, she's free" Before I met my baby my life was misery Before I met my baby my life was misery