Look into my eyes...you're getting sleepy..very sleepy

Hypnotized by the searching eyes

that implore me and say

I want I want you know what I want

Give it me Give it me Give it me now

Oh, I can wait. I can wait all day

because I have nothing to do,

So take your time, we're not going anywhere. What are you doing?

Not the dry. Not the dry, dummy.

The canned. You know We want the canned.

The canned. Smells like a hot dog pate.

Smoked lips and eyeliner.

Ok. It's not as bad as catfood. The poodle will eat anything. She loves a hot lunch, even from her own body.

Why just yesterday she followed me and picked it up as soon as I dropped it. Poodles, pretty sick. That's why God makes them so beautiful. So you don't become thoroughly disgusted. Drop it like its hot. Its the shizzle sandwich for the Toodle poodle. Me, I'll wait for the canned. Now look into my eyes and see my pain. I'll wait you out, old man.

I'll wait you out.