People talking sound like dogs
Barking through the trees
Making no sense at all
Meaning nothing to me
Barking through the trees
Making no sense at all
Meaning nothing to me
Mother mary
Quite contrary
I did not mean to let you go
So quick
People talking crack me up
They don't have a little clue
What it's like to be me
What it's like to lose you
Mother mary
I grow weary
I did not mean to let you go
So quick
People talking sound like dogs
Barking up the wrong tree
Take a good man down
And set the evil free
Mother mary
Quite contrary
I did not mean to let you go
So quick
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