The Lady With The Dog

The Lady With The Dog

Everytime I go to my junction

To my friends to smoke some weed

I see this lady following me

After her dog clutching its chain

Everytime I inhale the smoke

Take its full trip and then expel

I see this lady looking at me

Her eyes saying no more please.

Unmercifully I ignore her request

And go on smoking more

This lady is very queer

She won't step out of the door.

I smoke and smoke and smoke again

Until I finally, totally get stoned

Still I see this lady in front of me

This makes me want to smoke even more.

The dog is lonely today

Its mistress exists no more

She left the world long ago

To go into another world

My friends don't talk about her anymore

Maybe because they don't see her

Or it may be because

For me only she appears.