SNIFF
Like a hound
On a hunt
Tracking his prey
He’s always in front
You can feel his desire
He will sniff your feet
He’ll sniff the perfume off your neck
If you’re lying on the deck
Always coming around
Checking for a scent
Sniffing his way
Doesn’t cost him a cent
Like a cop that
Walks a beat
This hound
Is in heat
Mississippi leg hound
Is in his blood
Watch out for your wives and daughters
His nickname is Sniff
1/10/08
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