I thought feelings were perfect ways to have a good time I owe you a whole book, I know It's about time But sometimes I get distracted By a black horse in my mind And I get ridden on I get ridden all the time
I say ride me Ride me I say ride me Ride me
I have to meet him He tells me not to meet him I smell entirely of dirt and love's feet Stealing lines from a book about Blood and Guts When you're asleep it hurts All night And I get ridden I get ridden all the time And I get ridden I get ridden all the time
And I say ride Ride Ride Ride Ride Ride Ride Ride Ride Ride me
You wear your clothes on your face And your black hands hold up space I'm surprised