Ahh sweet love Calamity Jane
In rough girl hands your guns again
I miss the days of Lord Geoffrey Jane
The horse faced con-artist she smiles
I watched him sell a man the moon
That's how good that stallion was
******** most charming horse that ever lived
But I digress, Jane swears at the stars
And weaves away drunk
To drink at the bar
Ahh Jane, it's morning again
The old days are bled out
All bleached in the brain
We can only hope honey, for you
after war, to keep men alive
love, is all you live for
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 3:28 AM UTC
Ahh sweet love Calamity Jane
In rough girl hands your guns again
I miss the days of Lord Geoffrey Jane
The horse faced con-artist she smiles
I watched him sell a man the moon
That's how good that stallion was
******** most charming horse that ever lived
But I digress, Jane swears at the stars
And weaves away drunk
To drink at the bar
Ahh Jane, it's morning again
The old days are bled out
All bleached in the brain
We can only hope honey, for you
after war, to keep men alive
love, is all you live for
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