Текст песни Ride, Ride, Ride

Ride, ride, ride Ride, ride, ride If you don't want me, baby If you're not satisfied If you don't care, get on your horse And ride, ride, ride. Since you got on your high horse Those fancy friends you found You have a hard time seeing me You're always looking down. If you don't want me, baby If you're not satisfied If you don't care, get on your horse And ride, ride, ride. You talk about me honey You try to tear me down But while you're throwing dirt at me You're slowly losing ground. I'll have your second fiddle Returned to you today 'Cause, baby, that's one instrument I never learned to play