Harry Rooster - Pony

Pony
Harry Rooster

She is a mighty fine lady.
You can say her ass is supreme.
All the dudes call her Pony,
But she wasn't made that way.
She just went outside to play,
And now the world swept her away.
The dudes call her Pony.
The tears stream down her face.
They make her afraid. She suffers.
These are men, these are vultures.

You better run.
Run, little pony.

All the dudes call her Pony,
This wasn't her claim to fake.
She's just a young lady
And here, you make her feel ashamed.
Now you call her Pony,
The tears stream down her face.
You broke her faith and she suffers.
You're just another vulture.

You better run.
Run, little pony.

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