she was the
cold
cold
queen of the
warm
wild west
sunset hair in
heavy waves
acted as its own personal
masquerade ball
shading the town from her
sincere
countenance
oh, but she could drink even
the sturdiest men
under the table
though even
the sturdiest men
would rather have her
on top of them
rumor had it that she
kissed a boy
by the name of Billy Dorchester
with a pistol
in place of her saint-like
lips
you'd think with the way
she dances on those
tables
high above all the
greedy
& amorous folk
you could catch a glimpse
of the gun at her
thigh
but I ain't seen it once
I think all these
****** people
know how to do around here
is lie
she could burn this place
to the ground
& not do any harm
we all just got some
sort of fever
for the evil ones
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
she was the
cold
cold
queen of the
warm
wild west
sunset hair in
heavy waves
acted as its own personal
masquerade ball
shading the town from her
sincere
countenance
oh, but she could drink even
the sturdiest men
under the table
though even
the sturdiest men
would rather have her
on top of them
rumor had it that she
kissed a boy
by the name of Billy Dorchester
with a pistol
in place of her saint-like
lips
you'd think with the way
she dances on those
tables
high above all the
greedy
& amorous folk
you could catch a glimpse
of the gun at her
thigh
but I ain't seen it once
I think all these
****** people
know how to do around here
is lie
she could burn this place
to the ground
& not do any harm
we all just got some
sort of fever
for the evil ones
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