High heel boots, blue faded jeans, hot pink whip to beat her eggs with,
Pouring in where avocados went to seed,
Sinking battleships with fashion, and a princess to be treasured,
Cowgirl dancing, shaking everything I need;
Back to roots, ancestral dining, with hot meat to feed our spirits,
Gods and goddesses from the grass fed forests fair,
Giving us their everything, to lift us up to higher places,
Cowgirl glancing, wisdom pouring from her stare;
Rising higher, falling deeper, good red wine from grapes of Eden,
Heartbeat rhythms on a Wednesday afternoon,
Pounding harder like a kick-drum, racing love against my memories,
Cowgirl chancing, underneath the harvest moon;
Sparks ignite, fire blossoms, with My Lady’s hunger burning,
Amber brilliance underneath the starry night,
Swirling turquoise kisses flying, from the lips of lusty loving,
Cowgirl prancing, making everything alright;
High heel boots, blue faded jeans, hot pink whip to beat her eggs with,
Pouring in where avocados went to seed,
Sinking battleships with fashion, and a princess to be treasured,
Cowgirl dancing, shaking everything I need;
Cowgirl dancing, shaking everything I need.
