Текст песни Disease Of Me

How much is the little doggy in the window How much can the little doggy be When I look at the doggy in the window I see that the doggy is me, that the doggy is, that the doggy isme Just like the doggy that returns to its own vomit And the pig that plays in the mud Look around and you'll see that the world is full of sweets and goodies to eat It's like a drug and it turns into a habit And it rots out all of your teeth That disease of, that disease of me Just like the doggy that returns to its own vomit And the pig that plays in the mud