There he sat ?. Everynight
Current softly as I hold him tight
Lying so I can't move

But I don't mind
Good friends are hard to find
He's getting older

And makes me worry more
He's getting cranky
His legs are very sour

He needs more attention now
Cause he is one kind
But I don't mind

Good friends are hard to find
By the door he's waiting
In his eyes I see the love he's stating

He follows me into the favorite chair
Is filled with hair, it's filled with hair
I don't care

Walking through my legs is his favorite game
And when I call smoke answers t his name
And when he goes I know I'll never be the same

Cause a piece of this heart will forever die
Both of these eyes will forever cry