Plastic Little Ponies
The horse is dead but the parade is live and well
Kick the bucket an romance the smell
Hook,line ,sinker the blinkers busted
Jesus saves the flavor
Is the craver to be trusted
Money, pleasure along with plastic little ponies
The evening seduces as grapes crush the holy
Not acting normal is starting to effect
Broken heart`s are bleeding broken from the wreck
Years wasted spent drowning me in dares
Plastic little ponies are the only ones whom care
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