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Big Fat Cow

by erazerhead

AI-generated Folk song · 4:58 · 12 plays · 1 likes

Lyrics

Verse 1

You came home in the middle of June,
All black and white and far too soon,
Four small paws on a borrowed rug,
Like you’d always known the shape of us.

Half Jack fire, half soft-eyed calm,
You fit in the crook of Linz’s arm,
And I swear the house just exhaled slow
When we whispered, “Louie,” soft and low.

Verse 2

There’s a toy cow losing all its seams,
Dragged through the garden like battle scenes,
You shake it hard like you’ve got a score
To settle with something you’ve fought before.

And Big Fat Cow waits by the stairs,
Stuffing half out but no one cares,
You guard them both like sacred things,
Small dog heart with lion strings.

Chorus

Oh Louie, don’t you know
You’re the quiet centre of our home?
Little shadow in the light,
Curled against us every night.
All the chaos, all the now —
Somehow softens with your Cow.

Verse 3 (The Kitchen)

Brand new kitchen, pale and clean,
Still smelling faintly of fresh white sheen,
Linz said, “This is how it’ll stay,”
And you were watching in your quiet way.

We turned our backs just long enough,
You shifting paws like you’d had enough,
A tiny rebellion, soft and small —
Not anger… just claiming it all.

And when we caught you, wide-eyed still,
You looked like love does when it feels a chill.

Chorus

Oh Louie, what do you see
When you look up like that at me?
You don’t speak, but you somehow say
“I’m yours — in my imperfect way.”
Even messes fade somehow
When you’re asleep beside your Cow.

Bridge (Phoebe-style honesty)

You don’t know about mortgages,
Or why we argue over shelves,
You don’t care about the state of things,
Or how we doubt ourselves.

You just run until you’re breathless,
Then fall asleep mid-play —
And I think that’s what we needed,
More than I could say.

Final Chorus (soft)

Oh Louie, little spark,
Black and white against the dark,
Four years old and still somehow
You’re the best thing we talk about now.
The house feels quiet when you’re away,
Even with your crimes on display —
And I’d clean that kitchen every day
If it means you choose to stay.

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