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A stable's where you learn to be in charge and not take shit |
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Dress to the occasion |
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Leather boots and a stiff black whip |
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I don't even have to use it |
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I just hold it like this |
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Pony knows when she sees it |
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That does she not behave she'll get to taste it |
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Pony knows when she sees it |
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That does she not obey she'll make me use it |
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I tighten the girdle and I shorten the reins |
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She supplies raw power |
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I direct it with my skills |
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Right into the wild we go |
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It's a dark green ? |
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Pony's warming from her light brown body |
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Rises a smell of sweat |
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Tickle the palm of my hand with grey eager lips |
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I give you sugar pony if you give me obedience |
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Tickle the palm of my hand with grey eager lips |
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I give you sugar pony if you give me this |
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Slowly the earth turns |
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And horses come and go |
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My pony's shrinking |
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I never stop to grow |
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God I miss the horses |
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The way they used to look at me |
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Oh God I miss the horses |
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The way they used to make me feel |
