my blog covers the points of teens and their relationships with parents, friends and romantic relationships
this blog is apart of my year 10 assesment
year 10 computing
Her daddy gave her, her first pony Then taught her to ride She climbed high in that saddle Fell I don't know how many times Taught her a lesson that she learned Maybe a little too well Cowgirls don't cry Ride, baby, ride lessons in life are going to show you in time soon enough your gonna know why it's gonna hurt every now and then if you fall get back on again Cowgirls don't cry She grew up She got married Never was quite right She wanted a house, a home and babies He started coming home late at night She didn't let him see it break her heart She didn't let him see her fall apart 'cause Cowgirls don't cry Ride, baby, ride lessons in life are goinna' show you in time soon enough your gonna know why it's gonna hurt every now and then if you fall get back on again Cowgirls don't cry Phone rang early one morning Her momma's voice, she'd been crying Said it's your daddy, you need to come home This is it, I think he's dying She laid the phone down by his head The last words that he said Cowgirl don't cry Ride, baby, ride Lessons in life show us all in time Too soon God lets you know why If you fall get right back on Good Lord calls everybody home Cowgirl don't cry
Toby Keith whisky girl
Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans Tight on the top with a belly button ring A little tattoo somewhere in between she only shows to me Yeah we're goin' out dancin' she's ready tonight So damn good lookin' boys it ain't even right And when the bartender says for the lady What's it gonna be... I tell him man.. She ain't in to wine and roses Beer just makes her turn up her nose and She can't stand the thought of sipping champagne No Cuervo, gold margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in tequila She needs somethin' with a little more edge And a little more pain She's my little whiskey girl, she's my little whiskey girl My ragged on the edges girl, ah but I like em rough Baby got a '69 mustang Four on the floor and you oughtta hear the pipes ring I jump behind the wheel and it's a way we go Hey I drive too fast but she don't care Blue bandana tied all up in her hair, just sittin thereSingin' every song on the radio She ain't in to wine and roses Beer just makes her turn up her nose and She can't stand the thought of sipping champagne No Cuervo, gold margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in tequila She needs somethin' with a little more edge And a little more pain She's my little whiskey girl, she's my little whiskey girl My ragged on the edges girl, ah but I like em rough She's my little whiskey girl, she's my little whiskey girl My ragged on the edges girl, ah but I like em rough
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