I Love You and the Horse You Rode In On- Lyric
Andy Senior
November 29, 2024
I love you and the horse you rode in on; I see you there Mounted on your mare— You make quite a striking pair As
I love you and the horse you rode in on; I see you there Mounted on your mare— You make quite a striking pair As
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