Marriage License is Under the Mattress
I've got
one hand on the
bottle the other hand
on your camel toe I can
feel your answer why are
you playing in the rain your
slicker molded under the poker
table oh baby it was painted on
the canvas on the easel I bet my
hand can beat you martha jane canary
can beat us both took you by the hand
we took an oath walked our spurs to the
whorehouse jane! you yell we need three
bedsprings so like
the pinion tree if they
could talk dakota gold's name
would be spoken I've got the skeleton
key to her pie safe watch out for the black
widow inside the dessert tin is that bill hickok
and jane's marriage license under the mattress?
jane told you
why to give an
artist her reins
think she was talking
about me to you her mouth
was full of you up to her ears
I paid the bill an hour turned into
a few years jane said it was a f***in'
trial and one day some f***in' artist
would prove the town a fool those reins
wizened to the trail she passed out from
the whiskey but we said her name between
the sheets
I've got
one hand on
the bottle the
other hand on your
camel toe I can feel
your answer why are you
playing in the rain martha jane
left us last century she had to go
but I swear I heard her say the marriage
license is under the mattress just so you know
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
(we need three)
out west with the house wives
sure is never a dull moment
Lust & Saloon Tables
everyone dance on the bar
shit kickers & rodeos stars
Vickie