My Little Alpha (The Taxidermy Song)

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"Yeah... look at 'im go. Proper little soldier, innit? It’s almost cute. Almost."

Strollin’ down the high street, puffin’ out your chest
Flashin’ that watch, actin’ like you’re the best
You’re the 'Big Man', yeah? The top of the pile
Give 'em that fake, 'I’m-in-charge' kinda smile
But the keys turn the lock and the curtain falls down
And you’re just a sad little puppet in a hand-me-down crown
Take off those boots, babe, don't scuff up the floor
You’re not the 'Alpha' when you walk through my door.

He’s my little project... my taxidermy man
Stuffed with his ego and a bit of cheap bran
To the world he’s a titan, a real heavy weight
But in here, he’s just... decor... on a plate
Dead on his feet... yeah...
Yeah, he’s lookin’ real brave
Long as he’s mine, and long as he’ll behave.

Now do as i say, and obey my command,
And take your pleasure in your own hand.
Since Mommy needs space to be on her own,
So be a good boy.... and play all alone.

Go on then, tell 'em how you 'tamed' the shrew
While I’m sat here, wonderin’ what to do with you
Did you bleach the tiles? Did you fold the sheets?
Or were you too busy actin’ 'hard' in the streets?
It’s a bit of a laugh, really, seein’ you try
To look me in the eye without wantin’ to cry
You’re an 'Alpha'? Right. That’s a good one, mate
Now go'n wash the dishes, it’s gettin’ quite late.

Look at you now, tryin’ to act all 'street'
With your protein shakes and your 'conquering' feet
But you’re scared of a spider, cryin’ for help
A big, bad wolf? Nah, you’re just a whelp.
I saw you in the mirror, flexin’ for the 'gram
Tryin’ to look 'hard', but you’re soft as a jam
You’ve got the 'grindset', you’ve got the 'hustle'
But no spine to support all that decorative muscle.
I sent the girls a video of you scrubbin’ the floor
They’ve seen you on your knees, they don't buy the act no more.
You're the joke of the group chat, didn't you know?
My little 'Alpha' putting on a pathetic show.

"Hold on, I’m getting a text... Oh, it’s Sarah. She wants to know if my 'beast' has finished the ironing yet. You’re talkin’ again? Why are you talkin’? I didn’t press the button. Go put the bins out, there’s a good lad. And put on that 'I’m-the-boss' face... it’s comedy gold, actually."

Now do as i say, and obey my command,
And take your pleasure in your own hand.
Oh, you think you’re so special, but really, it isn't much, behave... and maybe I’ll let my friends watch.
"Hahaha, oh please! Just pass the wine, you are not that special!"

He’s my little project... my taxidermy man
Stuffed with his ego and a bit of cheap bran
To the world he’s a titan, a real heavy weight
But in here, he’s just... decor... on a plate
Lost in the fog... yeah...
Yeah, he’s lookin’ real brave
Long as he’s mine, and long as he’ll behave.

Prop 'im up in the corner...
Yeah, looks alright there...
Don't move.
Don't speak.
Just... exist.
"Proper 'Alpha', you are... bless 'im."

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"Yeah... look at 'im go. Proper little soldier, innit? It’s almost cute. Almost." Strollin’ down the high street, puffin’ out your chest Flashin’ that watch, actin’ like you’re the best You’re the 'Big Man', yeah? The top of the pile Give 'em that fake, 'I’m-in-charge' kinda smile But the keys turn the lock and the curtain falls down And you’re just a sad little puppet in a hand-me-down crown Take off those boots, babe, don't scuff up the floor You’re not the 'Alpha' when you walk through my door. He’s my little project... my taxidermy man Stuffed with his ego and a bit of cheap bran To the world he’s a titan, a real heavy weight But in here, he’s just... decor... on a plate Dead on his feet... yeah... Yeah, he’s lookin’ real brave Long as he’s mine, and long as he’ll behave. Now do as i say, and obey my command, And take your pleasure in your own hand. Since Mommy needs space to be on her own, So be a good boy.... and play all alone. Go on then, tell 'em how you 'tamed' the shrew While I’m sat here, wonderin’ what to do with you Did you bleach the tiles? Did you fold the sheets? Or were you too busy actin’ 'hard' in the streets? It’s a bit of a laugh, really, seein’ you try To look me in the eye without wantin’ to cry You’re an 'Alpha'? Right. That’s a good one, mate Now go'n wash the dishes, it’s gettin’ quite late. Look at you now, tryin’ to act all 'street' With your protein shakes and your 'conquering' feet But you’re scared of a spider, cryin’ for help A big, bad wolf? Nah, you’re just a whelp. I saw you in the mirror, flexin’ for the 'gram Tryin’ to look 'hard', but you’re soft as a jam You’ve got the 'grindset', you’ve got the 'hustle' But no spine to support all that decorative muscle. I sent the girls a video of you scrubbin’ the floor They’ve seen you on your knees, they don't buy the act no more. You're the joke of the group chat, didn't you know? My little 'Alpha' putting on a pathetic show. "Hold on, I’m getting a text... Oh, it’s Sarah. She wants to know if my 'beast' has finished the ironing yet. You’re talkin’ again? Why are you talkin’? I didn’t press the button. Go put the bins out, there’s a good lad. And put on that 'I’m-the-boss' face... it’s comedy gold, actually." Now do as i say, and obey my command, And take your pleasure in your own hand. Oh, you think you’re so special, but really, it isn't much, behave... and maybe I’ll let my friends watch. "Hahaha, oh please! Just pass the wine, you are not that special!" He’s my little project... my taxidermy man Stuffed with his ego and a bit of cheap bran To the world he’s a titan, a real heavy weight But in here, he’s just... decor... on a plate Lost in the fog... yeah... Yeah, he’s lookin’ real brave Long as he’s mine, and long as he’ll behave. Prop 'im up in the corner... Yeah, looks alright there... Don't move. Don't speak. Just... exist. "Proper 'Alpha', you are... bless 'im."

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