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I am no one But I'm well known For I am the Man with the Dogs I stare at you shopping Watch while you're walking Two dogs run around your toes You turn around Two eyes break you down "Now, who does that guy think he's starin' at?" Stop in your tracks You're being laughed at You armored ego is nude And I do and I do Crack up 'cos I'm getting to you I see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too Down to your church I'm looking for victims Spell of the Man with the Dogs I'll haunt you And follow you to work That ghost is back again Creep into you I won't go away You're taking yourself too seriously I smile as you frown And turn to walk away Your habits for all to see I see a shrew I see you And the rodent things you do You see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah and I'm gonna laugh Open wide Saw you again You'll see me tomorrow Curse of the Man with the Dogs You may not like me You won't forget me Not safe even in Walgreen's They've seen me Ask your friends 'Oh I know him' Seen but I'm never heard By your lot A stare Is worth a thousand biting phrases See how stupid you are? I dare you I dare you To erase my laser tattoo You see you you see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh What's inside? Is it pubic hair Is it cobweb air I bet you just don't care
 
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