With, boots, hat and a horse
The kind that doesn’t line dance
Do real cowboys do that?
Tall and lean and muscular
From ridin' the range all day
Ropin', brandin', workin' hard
Always fences to mend
Yeah, there’s something about a cowboy
And romancin' under the moon
He can sweep me off my feet
Or maybe use a lasso
We’ll get in his pickup
Or maybe we can ride double
I can ride in front of him
So he can keep me from fallin’
At the end of a long hard day
His boots tucked under my bed
He’ll fulfill my fantasies
Just please don’t call me ma’am!
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
1 comment:
whoa baby, way cooool!
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