ONE TO CALL MY OWN Fields of green, overgrown by burbs My imagination is running – I don’t wanna go home Frisky, flushed in the sun I got a thirst so I stuck out my tongue Sniffing round the same old tree Season started and we gotta stay free She’s the breeze that blows my sails Keeps me cool and gives me grace In dry dock she gives me shade Wags her tail and seals my fate Out she comes, white satin shoes Her hair’s all shaggy and I’m starting, I’m starting to drool Rubbing necks down a one way street We got collared by the canine police Now I’m moulting in the city pound My heart’s been lost to a bloodhound She’s the breeze that blows my sails Keeps me cool and gives me grace In dry dock She gives me shade Wags her tail and seals my fate She’s one to call my own (x4) She’s the breeze that blows my sails Keeps me cool and gives me grace In dry dock she gives me shade Wags her tail and seals my fate She’s one to call my own (x4) To return to Whipping Boy / Third Album's Lyrics Index, click here.