The Goddamn Band
Retired Racehorse
That dress, yes that dress, it makes youLook so hard to talk toHer fucks were few and far betweenSo she moved to the countryWanted a man with some ugly teethWhy not me?I'll be a racehorse in my second life, retiredHere's your pasture, we appreciate your tenureSeems all I do is wait for some kind of saviorAs I grow, hope to abandon that behaviorScantily clad, so aproposGot a cowboy hat and too long a ropeShe'll come home soon, I hopeI want a face I can understandA girl that'll treat me like the one manShe'd been searching for for a while
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