Testi:
Cowboy Mouth Are You With Me

the Sunday sun A summer Sunday when you went insane You said you're going but I said I came I'm throwing oranges in an apple cart The ties that bind are tearing me

you on a public phone. i wanted passion, i wanted desire. my heart is a flame that pains me if i do not light it on fire. you're out doing what i wanted you

pass when you offer me some Take me back to New Orleans And drop me at my door Cause I might love you yeah but I love me more Take me back to New Orleans

bye having to find a place to hide when all you feel these days is empty inside well i remember the last time we met you held a stranger's hand you introduced him to me

you wake yourself You wonder what you're doing As you rub your eyes so violently While falling out of bed Is there nothing educational In words that you are

that's here with me He used to be a cowboy and a good one so they say But now his legs are crippled he can't walk you see But hon you ought to hear him

with broom sticks - face down, ass up Dirty Dozen packing the shit to turn your chest red With our dick in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said [

the cowboy to rustle in the dough so the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay I am an early bird but the feathers are black so the apples that I catch are

Son still dies Thrown off the building like the Fall guy Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the