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Pony Up Make Love To The Judges With Your Eyes

You rode in on a horse and I took him down I left you to walk alone I left you on the ground dance for me, I like to watch I've got that look in my eyes

This is another lonely morning and the telephone will ring you're mad that I won't see you so happy and so mean so I'll make my rounds again and go

t leave my head About a boy who plays house And a girl who plays dead She says, 'Play me a new one because I can't leave my bed And you woke me up..

hear you holding your breath It will ring in my ears until I go deaf Ooo..ooo...ooo... Oh, your hair is shiny And your eyes are wide And your smile

you'd be here if you could but then again you never said you would I make up promises you never made to waste space and time and make like I'm doing fine make

you to move Make the first move Pastime endeavor, won't last forever It's all up to you I'll wait for you to move Make the first move I'll wait for