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Now That I Am All Grown Up, I Can Run Away With My Cowboy. YeeHa!!
Western Delight. Run off in The Night.
Brown velvet eyes,
Brown leather boots,
Clinking of spurs as he walks.
Dust blowing wild,
As soon as he rides,
Taking me back to my roots.
EEERRRRRR! Your roots, little lady?
Has your brain failed again?
Are not your roots in Welsh Wales?
´Well, some of them are,
while others afar......
like Scotland and Ireland
So brown leather boots,
and riding the range,
Where do these fit into Wales?
Brown velvet eyes depend on the man
If they´re blue and they´re kind
But the boots and aromas
of leather, don´t you
my dreams try to shatter.!
Please humour me, my passion it is,
the Wild West with Indians too,
chaps on their thighs,
All of these things make me smile,
Must be t.v. from when I was three,
Too many Westerns, I watched.
I want to ride away,
cowboy at my side.
Guess it would help,
If I first learned to ride.