My Horse Likes You (Bonaparte)

Riding out & about, bare back through the valley, giddy up my white stallion, one massive muse. I can feel every muscle in the depth of the valley, polka dots & banjos paralyzing speed. Down by the river we slow down to a canter and then i see you he goes “weeeeh” My horse likes you. My horse likes you. My horse likes you “weeeeh”. Right there by the river, I feel the sensation sugar cubes & red apples like a filly in drag. My horse goes berserk. My horse goes berserk. I let go of the mane he goes "weeeeh”. My horse likes you. My horse likes you. My horse likes you. My horse wants you. You drive him crazy. You drive him crazy. My horse likes you. My horse likes you “weeeeh”. You act like a one-trick pony, a phony little one-trick pony. You act like a one-trick pony, a phony little one-trick pony. The secret language between my thighs is out of control it‘s out of control. My horse likes you. My horse likes you. My horse likes you. My horse wants you. You drive him crazy. You drive him crazy. My horse wants you. Oh how he likes you “weeeeh”.