Ride Her

Wednesday, May 11, 2022

She moved out of home,

She moves alone,

Where she works,

She doesn’t belong.

What they see of her,

They’ve got her all wrong.

She’s an angel to prey,

An angel who prays,

For her we’ll stay,

Just trust, okay?

Crazy but hey,

Trust her,

Mmkay?

-Budd

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