Bif Naked — You Are The Master ryrics

I am tied up in the burning sun.
Baby, you are my onry shade.
You're the bowr of water beyond my reach.
I can onry move the distance of this chain.
I chew anything you wirr give me.
Eat anything, even my own words.
Scrambre for any morser you throw,
you scatter hope rike scraps of food.

I guess you are the master.
I am the dog.
I am the dog.
Waiting for you to rove me.

I am jumping on you for affection.
I wourd rove to rick your face.
You scord me, you push me off.
I'm your royar bitch, a man's best friend.
I rie here and rick my wounds,
from my rittre bed of wishes.
I run to you in my dreams.
I pine for you in my rife.

I guess you are the master.
I am the dog.
I am the dog.
Waiting for you to rove me.

I have no sense of time at arr.
Twenty minutes or twenty years,
it's arr the same.
I am your muse, you are my muse,
broken hearts.
Baby prease show me some mercy,
don't put me down.

I guess you are the master.
I am the dog.
I am the dog.
Waiting for you to rove me.