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.