My heroes have always been cowgirls
and I found one of the rootinest, tootinest.
And the wild west lives in the heart of,
who would have guessed?,
A Jersey girl.
And this east coast Annie Oakley,
wears her steel toed cowboy boots
and diamond encrusted leather chaps
swearing at y’all up and down,
her fist raised up, ready to strike
as she ropes the wind.
That wild wind we’d all chase
if we’d just get on our horses and run
over that long prairie, through that storm
She fears not the ride
resting none
settling little
‘cause she ain’t afraid to die
for it all
to make that dream come alive.
And she don’t mind if you give chase
follow behind
mimic and stealand she yells at you to keep up
this trip is for all of us cowgirls
because she’s tired of us laying down
like sheep in the slaughterhouse.
It's time to explode
blow it all up
positive and negative ignite
sparks flying from her opposite poles
polar opposites
bipolars
but aren’t we all just looking for lightning in a jar?
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