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Smells like leather, tastes like sweat, |
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tie up the horses for a tet-a-tet. |
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Tight braids, thighs ache, |
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you whisper to me, "This is no mistake." |
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You made me shake, you made me shiver, |
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you made me gasp when you grasped my withers. |
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How many times did you think you could cantor past my house, |
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before I called you to my stable for a little mouth to mouth? |
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Now I'm peeling off your jodhpurs, |
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and you're peeling off my common senses, |
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and you're using all your dirty words, |
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dragging me into your sweet consensus. |
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Jet black boots, whip stiff crop, |
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once we started we just couldn't stop. |
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Foreplay, forelocks, |
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four legs stripped but for their socks. |
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Now you've got me in the saddle |
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and you've got me chomping bit. |
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Now you're tugging on my bridal |
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and I'm eager to submit. |
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And you whisper in my ear |
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that, "You've got an idea and it starts down here..." |
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Easy now, Ease in, out. |
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Ease in, out -- Right Now! |
