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