Retired Racehorse Lyrics

That dress, yes that dress, it makes you
Look so hard to talk to
Her fucks were few and far between
So she moved to the country
Wanted a man with some ugly teeth
Why not me?

I'll be a racehorse in my second life, retired
Here's your pasture, we appreciate your tenure
Seems all I do is wait for some kind of savior
As I grow, hope to abandon that behavior

Scantily clad, so apropos
Got a cowboy hat and too long a rope
She'll come home soon, I hope

I want a face I can understand
A girl that'll treat me like the one man
She'd been searching for for a while