Doghouse

I'm in the doghouse yet once more
I wish that someone would open the door
For it's lonely way out here
I've been a bad fellow it would appear
I hope that soon I'll learn my lesson
But I wonder if I'll ever stop my messin'
I think that trouble is coded in my genes
I can't seem to change my ways for beans
But for me I still hold out some hope
For I know that I'm not that great a dope.

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