Morocha

Don't come, brunette, all flaunting
I'm not gentle and I spread my claws
I was born in hell, raised in the bush
And only a tick is what clings to me

You approach, swaying your hips
Changing ears, my instinct snorts
And I stop, all confused
Like a wild horse, when the cinch tightens

(I learned to tame by announcing a mare
And the same rules apply to women
Animal, you stop, I'm from the countryside
A woman to me is like a wild horse
Handler on the hooves, saddle on the face)....Repeat

Old maned one, I don't choose sides
In my saddles, there's no one who sticks
You swell your back, I coil the rope
I let the dogs loose and you better obey me

Don't resist because the bridle is strong
The fence is thick, sit and regret
I'm affectionate, but misunderstood
It's for your own good, see if you understand me.