RED WING (2)

There once was an Indian maid
Who was a whore by trade;
For a dime at a whack
She'd lie on her back
And let the cowboys shove it up her crack

One day, to her surprise
Her belly began to rise
Her cunt gave a grunt
And out jumped a runt
With his balls between his eyes.

cho: Oh the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
As she lay sleeping
There came a-creeping
A cowboy, with eyes a-gleaming
And hopes of reaming
That Indian maid.

Note: Verse from Erotic Muse, Cray; chorus from a mis-spent
boyhood on the streets of Brooklyn, RG

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