well I rode out to the ocean and the water looked like tarnished gold I rode out on a broken horse who told me she'd never felt so old she asked me if I'd feed her and ride her now and then
no no no, no no no, no no no, I break horses I don't tend to them I break horses they seem to come to me asking to be broken they seem to run to me I break horses doesn't take me long just a few well-placed words and their wandering hearts are gone
at first her warmth felt good between my legs living breathing heart-beating flesh but soon that warmth turned to an itch turned to a scratch turned to a gash I break horses I don't tend to them
tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island and I don't want to see you swimming behind tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island and I don't want to see you swimming behind no I break horses I don't tend to themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
