He's a living museum, building a new wing, a traveling circus with an extra ring. He's smuggling in some underground emotion (six broken hearts, six gallons of tears), but he doesn't wanna be your gameboy (or play your x-box, for that matter). His girlfriend, it turns out, was in the KGB, and now he's going to move to Buenos Aires (never been there, but found it on a map). He may not be all about love, but he knows someone who is. He's man's best friend (and woman's, too). He's
Her Dog Henry.
