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MISTRESS IN RED |
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"Where are your spurs, cowboy?" you said, |
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But yours were the spurs that goaded my heart 'til it bled, |
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You are my sweet, cruel mistress in red, |
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Who, with no thought, not caring, taught |
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me how to wish I were dead. |
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One single kiss is all that you gave |
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and left me alone, |
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like a dog with no bone, |
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and made me your suffering slave. |
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And so I ride with the cattle by night, |
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and harry the moon and the stars with my plight, |
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"Where are your spurs, Cowboy? "she said, |
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My beautiful, cruel mistress in red! |
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The End |
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