apache

Written by: anthony beesley

she's my apache...shootin arrows of anger straight through my heart of hate

she's my apache...she devistates like hurricanes,twisters and earthquakes

she's my apache...she scalped my spirit and seared my soul

she's my apache...she turns a pile of pure garbage into living mounds of gold

she's cold as ice and hot as fire

she owns my love my lust my disgust my desire

we make love on a bed of roses set to fire by desert heat

she puts the flames out with her sweat and tears bad beasts up with her teeth

she's not discreet but they just don't make her breed any better

she's my apache...wildflower wrapped in barbwire