One One One کے بول

One, One, One, You Have Shat On A Stroll With Me Bow Wow, Bow, That Cleaning Was My Job For Fifteen Years Piss For Own Territory You Were Free To Shit On The Park, On My Bed, Everywhere This Collar Was Not To Bind Wanted To Feel Vibration Of Your Shitting Every Time I Can't Clean Anymore When Your Gone Held Your Final Excreta Tight Please Shit Me Again, One, One, One, Please Call Me Forever By Your Bow Wow Memories Were Too much Of Your Good Shit In My Mind Never Forget, Fuck You Dearly My Daily Work Was That I Follow You To Clean After Your Call Could You Understand Only Bread In My Using Word ? You Have Eaten It To Give Me Shit Not Position Of Master And House Dog We Were Best Freinds In The Name Of Shit