Dalmatians

I know you see me

That you are a fan of mine from afar

You think about me, often

You are preparing me something

A siberian prison cell?

A palace on the Mediterranean?

A tomb?

A canopy of silk?

That is the weight I carry

The fast-life weary

Where everyone knows my name

But not my actual story

Just one they made up or saw on T.V.

Like Mike, even he likes it

And he is going to stop cheating on me with you