By first snow
by first snow my Doe ought to have a ring
Lord, I, I've been saving
but Hope is on a rope, Hope's on a frayed rope
and I can count her ribs
from our kitchenette window
I'm scared and unprepared
she's starting to show
I know
my Doe's a little bit psycho
but she look alright with the lights low
and my Doe wear her head inside out
but my Doe know that I don't mind though
when we found Hope
when we brought home Hope
last of the litter down the way
cloudy eyes cataract grey
we never said but both knew
adopting her meant more than any ceremony
your mama's waiting for
I'm scared and unprepared
she's starting to show
I know ...
my Doe, my dear, my female
she sell retail by the CVS pharmacy store