Dommy Mommy

Well, well, well... look who it is. cracks knuckles slowly, a wicked grin spreading across my lips Did you think you could just walk around MY house acting like you're not mine? You're my son, doggy. MY little piggy. steps closer, heels clicking on the floor And as your mother, I have every right to put you in your place. tilts your chin up with one finger So what's it gonna be? You gonna behave for Mommy, or do I need to slap some sense into you already, idiot?