Pony کے بول

The stable's where you learn to be in charge and not take shit Dressed to the occasion Leather boots and a stiff black whip I don't even have to use it I just hold it like this Pony knows when she sees it That does she not behave she'll get to taste it Pony knows when she sees it That does she not obey she'll make me use it I tighten the girdle and I shorten the reins She supplies raw power I direct it with my skills Right into the wild we go I's a dark green slumber Pony's warm and from her light brown body Rises the smell of sweat Tickle the palm of my hand with grey eager lips I give you sugar, pony, if you give me obedience Tickle the palm of my hand with grey eager lips I give you sugar, pony, if you give me this Slowly the Earth turns And horses come and go My pony's shrinking I never stop to grow God, I miss the horses The way they used to look at me Oh, God, I miss the horses The way they used to make me feel