The Cotton Candy Kid

The Cotton Candy Kid
He was tall and lanky with a wide-eyed grin.
He wore his hat set back 'cause his nose was thin.
And his jaw was as firm as a dang-sure bid...
No one messed with the Cotton Candy Kid.
He rode into town one night on a sixteen-hand steed,
while the women swooned and the cowards peed
a stream in their longjohns, and their chaps left a skid
out the back door, 'cause the Cotton Candy Kid
got what he wanted...sang when he chose...
and the much looser women pulled down their hose,
pantaloons dropped and bustiers burst
(the Cotton Candy Kid was not their first),
when they heard the jingle and clang of his spurs.
They knew he weren't bringing them diamonds and furs
but that didn't matter...only tellin' what did:
licking, playing and lovin' on the Cotton Candy Kid.
Now, this ain't a grand tale that has been often told.
And the women who knew him were brazen...were bold.
He loved what they offered -- what they'd give him for free...
But...what was the Cotton Candy Kid looking for?
ME!