Always wondered why i seemed like a mixed bag of nails...play like a boy but love like a lady...love diggin in the dirt but growin pink dainties...love the feel of a heavy rifle and the softness of a man in loose fitting cotton...cuss ya til the sun comes up but then fix ya fried potatoes and eggs...fight like a barn cat with rabies and dance like a ballerina through the kitchen...i think Im country...the thought of wearing pink boots and a pleated skirt with a lacy denim shirt...right up my alley and i could ride a palamino into the sunset and never look back...cowgirl???? guess i never knew the meaning of the word. Thanks, Chassidy for helping me find myself.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 03:37:54 +0000
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