Fresh linen rests upon your face,
Nothing's gonna change the way,
I look at you in the moonlight.

My love for you is stronger than that cast-iron stove,
That we recently demolished,
In my friend's garage.

You made it easier for me,
And instead of saying I was wrong,
You found comfort is knowing you were right.

I can't seem to complete the daily tasks,
Asked of me in the past few days,
Simply because you're a mirage.

And that's why they call me Bulldog.