I worry often, I fret sometimes,
I yell, I am rude
I am concerned ..
I tug, I pull, I push sometimes.
I whisper sweet nothings into his ear,
I smile my most charming of smiles,
I laugh till I turn pink...
But do whatever i might, I do
I cannot get my horse to drink...
I yell, I am rude
I am concerned ..
I tug, I pull, I push sometimes.
I whisper sweet nothings into his ear,
I smile my most charming of smiles,
I laugh till I turn pink...
But do whatever i might, I do
I cannot get my horse to drink...
