Ride Babygirl Ride
She stands tall as she has been taught
no worries go through the battle fought
her heart is full of gold
this game is one she will not fold.
Tell her she will not win
She pushes her horse to the pin
They join together two hearts
but with one beat together nor apart
Her hair flows back like shes unstoppable
turn and burn,but nothing is audible.
At the end of the day shes at the top
and by the end it all just stopped.
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