Post by elle on Dec 13, 2006 2:23:46 GMT -5
I'm not the kind of girl that you take home
The light palomino mare strides into this, trail, her curly coat standing out amongst the regular straight pelted. The regulars. As she liked to call them. It seems like such a shame that she is the only curly coat here, they are such a wonderful breed.
On your back, with loaded guns
Gypsy's nostrils take in the scent of estrus and testosterone, her tail stays glued to her hind, she wouldn't want some rouge stallion having his way with her, oh no, she is a princess, a prize to be had.
Everything inside of me, is burning up, for you to see
The light palomino mare strides into this, trail, her curly coat standing out amongst the regular straight pelted. The regulars. As she liked to call them. It seems like such a shame that she is the only curly coat here, they are such a wonderful breed.
On your back, with loaded guns
Gypsy's nostrils take in the scent of estrus and testosterone, her tail stays glued to her hind, she wouldn't want some rouge stallion having his way with her, oh no, she is a princess, a prize to be had.
Everything inside of me, is burning up, for you to see
