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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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Get up on your high horse now |
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And get up on your high horse, woman |
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I'll make it up to you somehow |
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Moonlit shadow, she starts a trippin' firelight |
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Jumpin' the trees lyin' across the right of way |
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Silvery mornin' it glistens down the valley |
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But she don't stop 'til we ride the night away |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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Get up on your high horse now |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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I'll make it up to you somehow |
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Blonde braids tangle at the misty break of mornin' |
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Catchin' light through a dusty window pane |
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Lost in lust, in denial of the warnin' |
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She digs her heels in this stallion's flank again |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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Get up on your high horse now |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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I'll make it up to you somehow |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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You paid the price, you get to play |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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You're gonna ride to the break of day |
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To the break of day |
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To the break of day |
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To the break of day |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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Get up on your high horse now |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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I'll make it up to you somehow |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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You paid the price, you get to play |
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Get up on your high horse, woman |
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You're gonna ride to the break of day |
