With Horses In Her Eyes, She Spat Like a Wildcat
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She took the whip,
Tried to give him a cut across the face,
She spat like a wildcat...
Her eyes were icy blue as he fell to the ground,
Eyes filled with ice, she spat like a wildcat.
Get going cowboy... to those horses you think so much of,
Get going cowboy... to those goddman horses you think so much of.
Get going cowboy.
Get going, get going, get going, get going, get going, get going....
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