I see her riding all over the land
Leather boots and whip in hand
Running down people in her way
She don’t stop from day to day
She takes fences in her stride
Nothing can prevent her ride
See the pleasure on her face
Eyes that stare off into space
See the knife in her hand
As I flee across the sand
My misplaced infatuation
Brought me to this situation
I should have looked before I leapt in
I should have asked I should have checked it.
Do horses, horses drive you wild?
Lather and mud are her disguise
Trembling knees and breathless sighs
Her clothes are torn and they’re both wet
Everything is drenched in sweat
She rides for pleasure giving pain
Her actions speak of one insane
I keep my distance while I can
What could she do to a man?
