Sleeping With The Dog – Jethro Tull

Her heart is like a pack of cards: one chance to guess it right.
Sometimes I do.

She’s got a tongue like a viper but she can whisper like a dove.
Soft touch like brushed velvet; till she hits you from above
and sometimes she does.

She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log.
Just when I feel like dancing, I wake up sleeping with the dog.
And it goes (woof) sleeping with the dog.

I have to guess at the mysteries of her unfathomable soul.
Guess when the time is right to make a broken spirit whole
and that time is due. C’m’on.

She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log


Lyric Sleeping With The Dog – Jethro Tull