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I'll take the position 
Assume the missionary part 
You work by committee  
You had me pegged from the start. 
I'll be pounce pony  
Phony
A hopeless romantic that's what I've been called.
So don't talk â??bout love â??cause I'll fall.
Moved by the way you walk, talk. The color
the afternoon
I'd follow after, with a hickory broom
The pony being rather shy
When bitten by blue tail fly

Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn
the afternoon
I'd follow after, with a hickory broom
The pony being rather shy
When bitten by blue tail fly

Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn
the afternoon
I'd follow after, with a hickory broom
The pony being rather shy
When bitten by blue tail fly

Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn
triggers everything to come tumbling down

into the pit of my stomach
Boulders and butterflies coexist
That chemical reaction shared by all romantics
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones

It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones

It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones

It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones

It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones
It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
Nymphette
I'm hiding nine wives, close my eyes
Valiant, like a god I fly
Merry-go-round, window-speak
Working only for luxury
Married to failure, dulled by
holland park

Lost in my thoughts again
Disaster's road
Has been walked by better men
In every tree, in every stone
The sound of love walked alone
Oh mighty
stones, there's always someone to step on
Son stay close to me, there's a lot between the lines

So let today glow
We both might be dead by tomorrow
on a leash to let you go
She grinds her leather like Liberace rhines a stone
She rides just like a pony gonna sign that filly up for the rodeo
I ain't no boy
you forget.
Get, get, get.
La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom.

I'm in and out a pig channel serrated by hand feeders.
Army of vicious
but not the ordinary
Extraordinary, a little too much to carry
Possessed by a demon on a mission
No man alive can refuse her proposition
>From this
Nobody asked you for a statement stick it on a shelf
'Cause Ima make it to the top to this there is no doubt
By my talent no stoppin' stones that's what
was his name
An trainin' cow-ponies was his claim to fame
At ridin' and ropin' and all around skill
I'd have to say Dart was "the king of the hill."
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
the store?), double parked and got a ticket
By a midget on a pony, I called him shorty
He started twitchin, fingers clickin 
While he's bitchin, and I snapped
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have

And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
strolled off
Whistling
Hummin'
Thumbin' a ride
"driver won't you take me to the other side? "
I'm a book
A poem
By leonard cohen
Son of the dice man
And I
All alone under a soft rain and streetlamp.
I spent my life weighed down by a stone heart,
Drowning in irony and settling for anything.
Somewhere down
From the back to ponies
I got hommies with L's on they backs
Who fell through the crack
And hidin' shank's under they mattress
Where were you
When