Tales of what
she could do out West,
a pure Rebel against her Parents
she flew the Nest.
This Girl wanted
to feel alive,
in Nevada
she might thrive.
She'd had lots of practice
on handling Cock,
and wasn't that easy
to shock.
This Cowgirl could ride a Guy
until his Balls turned Black and Blue,
the truth being told about her
she loved to Screw.
Hold onto your Hat Pardner
she knew how to handle a Steer,
and could slide his Long Horn in
no fear.
Cowboys used to go with her
at the back of a Shed,
quite easily her
Legs spread.
A Parson asked her for
something on Account,
so she gave him
a good Sermon on the Mount.
She could come to grips
with Men fast or slow,
now she's the hottest piece of action
beside Lake Tahoe.
Seeing a guy she liked
pull up in his Truck,
just one look said it all
this Cowgirl was getting ready to Buck
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