Wild West Filly
lost in the
wild west riding
into town
gunslinger
trigger finger
meet the best
and go down
local saloon
I found clarity
with a girl flirt
said her name was
"Charity"
I told her
I would give
until it hurt
and charitable
she was...
with a howdy miss
gave her a kiss
just north of
her garter county
line she said how
about you grab
that garter
pardner
ride this filly
to the triple crown
you tasted
the best now
I expect you
to go down
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