Morocha

Don't come around, brunette, all decked out
'Cause I ain't gentle and I spread my claws
I was born in winter, raised in the wild
And only ticks cling to me

You get closer, shaking your hips
Switching sides, my instincts flare up
And I already stop, all worked up
Like a stubborn mule when the saddle tightens

I learned to tame by calling the mare
And for the ladies, the same rules apply
Animal stops for me, I'm from the backcountry
To me, a woman is like a wild horse
Rider on the legs, tough on the face

I learned to tame by calling the mare
And for the ladies, the same rules apply
Animal stops for me, I'm from the backcountry
To me, a woman is like a wild horse
Rider on the legs, tough on the face

Old mare, I don't pick sides
In my gear, there's no one to mess with
You puff up, I rope you tight
I let the dogs loose and it's on me that you fall

Don't mess around, 'cause the halter's strong
The platform's thick, sit down and repent
I'm affectionate, but misunderstood
It's for your own good, see if you get me