I miss the way she'd wait around until I'd done the dishes
I miss the way we'd go for walks for miles and miles
And she'd never bark up the wrong tree
And she never told me who to be unlike you
I miss the way she'd jump into my arms after work
I miss the way she'd be annoyed 'cause I'd been away for days
And she'd never bark up the wrong tree
And she never told me who to be
Unlike you, who always moaned
I miss her more, it's true
I miss her more, and more, and more
And she'd never bark up the wrong tree
And she loved me for being me
Oh I miss the dog more than you