Divine Comedy, The
My Lovely Horse
*My lovely lovely lovely horse*
My lovely horse, running through the field
where are you going with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugar lumps
and ride you over fences
polish your hooves every single day
and bring you to the horse dentist
*My lovely lovely lovely horse*
My lovely horse, you're a pony no more
running around with the man on your back
like a train in the night, yeah
like a train in the night
From Letras Mania