Bailey sleepsBeside me when I watch t.v.
If i get up he follows me
All around the place
And he seems
Wweet as a little man can be
He knows he is not foolin' me
I know that he's watching
I'll tell you what I think
There's something funny happening
Cute little face, meant to decieve,
Sent here from space to spy on me
I don't think
That he's lost any love for me
We still get along wonderfully
He just keeps on watching
How can I accept this intrusion?
Don't know what to do
About any of this
Maybe I'll just get over it
But I could get him to tell me
What he's tryin' to do
Maybe if he confesssed
All of the rest of them would.