And the Horses All Go Swimming
ROBERT RICHARD GROTE
Dress yourself in Sunday's best
Pressed and folded pleats
Careful when you speak
And keep your prayers to brief
Busted noose and bloody backs
Failed attempt at best
Brand new satin dress
A reason left to lose
And I thought that I knew your face
Before, before
See through, sheer satin, and lace
Muscles wrecked and ties that bind
Dicked around and toyed
Hey that was your choice
You can't escape that fact
I can make you out from shore
Rolling with the tied
Swim forevermore
Just to make you mine
And I thought that I knew your face
Before, before
See through, sheer satin, and lace
Be gold, be gold