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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 @bawdy @cowboy @Amerind @parody filename[ REDWNG2 TUNE FILE: REDWNG CLICK TO PLAY EC, RG |
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