Ride me cowgirl, hold on to my horn,
While I try to buck,
Under you till the morn.
Stay in the saddle,
And try not to fall,
Just stay in the battle,
Till you hear the call.
Try to stay on,
Though your slippery with sweat,
Just keep riding on,
Just keep getting wet.
Something tells me, as I look in your eye,
That your getting ready,
To be bucked to the sky.
Keep holding on, please don't let go,
Can you feel the saddle horn,
Starting to grow?
How long little cowgirl,
Can you ride the storm?
Not bad for a novice,
You're showing good form.
Don Juan Tenorio
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