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The Bitch Can Ride
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 3/22/2002
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Queen of the hop, belle of the ball,
All the above or none at all.
She'll fringe your leather, chap your hide.
But make no mistake, the bitch can ride.
Tequila's her poison, no salt, no lime,
While others pass out, she's reached her prime.
Her badge of honor, her source of pride,
When brothers admit, the bitch can ride.
She has her daddy's wanderin' way, has her momma's soul,
But when she's backed against the wall, the girl can rock n roll.
If she takes you for your word, then finds out that you've lied,
Best you stay off of the road, you know the bitch can ride.
Likes to wear her leather tight, as if it had been sprayed.
Ain't no use in judgin' 'cause her dues have long been paid.
Righteous is the lady, who will never be denied.
Pound for pound, toe to toe, it's known the bitch can ride.
Those who try to 'make a move' find themselves frustrated.
She quickly makes it known to 'those,' I'm unaffiliated.
Leaves 'em all with egos, that want to run and hide.
Man or scoot, heels or boots, damn, the bitch can ride.
She has her daddy's wanderin' way, has her momma's soul,
But when she's backed against the wall, the girl can rock n roll.
If she takes you for your word, then finds out that you've lied,
Best you stay off of the road, you know the bitch can ride.
'If you can read this', is seen, on the backs of many bros.
Always seems to draw a laugh, 'cause she damn well knows.
Ever willing to shed some light, she'll pull up right along side.
'To one and all, I don't fall, 'cause THIS BITCH CAN RIDE!"
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