Horse is Interested in her Moves
Her horse was interested in her moves, he could not stop staring.
She put on her lipstick and rouge, in order to show she was caring.
Make up seemed imperative to young women in nineteen sixty-three.
I saw her looking all spiffy, she looked incredibly pretty to me.
Of course I am her daddy, and love everything about my girl.
So does her stallion, she has named him Mr. Wheatfurl.
He is almost as protective as me, he adores my girl, Louise.
She is as pretty as the sun, and as flighty as a summer breeze.
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