If I was a dog, I'd be in the pound Not even a stray
Free to run around
I'd be in a cage,
With no one to adopt me
But no one to sorry that
Nobody wanted me
Because I looked too sad
And too unhealthy
I've always been the friend who walks on the grass
And sees you all hanging out after class
If I was a dog, I'd be small and annoying
But just small enough to fit in a purse
That no one takes seriously
Just something to laugh at was a little too loud
A dog in a rich lady's purse
Is what I would be
It's what you would see
When you look at me
A dog in a rich lady's purse
If I was a dog, I'd be in the pound Not in those sad commercials,
My sadness isn't cute enough
To make people feel bad
We'll put her in the back
Where she can't be seen
A dog in a rich lady's purse
I've always felt I'm the
Friend they bring around
But only to laugh at a say,
"What a clown"
And pat my head
And say mean things in a high-pitched voice
So I won't know what it means
But I keep this anger
And let it fester
Until I explode
And they just laugh
And throw me a bone
And say, "she's quite a yapper
But that's why we love her"
A dog in a rich lady's purse
If I was a dog, I'd be in the pound With no one to love, they should put me down