Your ponytail. i tried
With sugar cubes — and they’re o.k.
But i don’t think
I’ll catch you that way
I hate myself ’cause you’re so cool
With your mocking eyes
«won’t you look at the old fool»
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to
Look at you — unflawed.
Now look at me — plain overawed
Grace and looks take no credit for
Girl you’re young
And they’re part of the score
Like the chemicals at war in me
’til i’m a wolf with an eye for the ponies
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to
I want extra time to play,
Afternoons in the hay
It’s a sorry way for a man to feel
But sentimental is part of the deal
I hate myself because it shows how
I’m a fool for your rodeo
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to have
Wild horses — i want to have you
