THE WILD DOGS OF DENVER

The ladies of Denver, They live all alone. Their knives are of silver, Their china is bone. She won't look at me Standing here on the street. But, the wild dogs of Denver lie down at my feet. Gold girl from China At the end of the day, Sits on red cushions In a dim it cafe. She won't look at me, Though she knows how I feel. They eat dogs in China with fried lemon peel.