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God's been very good to me
where it counts as you can see.
Life is short but I am long
in matters of love, I can't be wrong.

You're my little chestnut mare,
making every stallion stare.
Pretty pony, be my bride.
I'll take you for a righteous ride,
cause I'm . . .

Chorus: Hung like a horse, a hey hey.
Hung like a horse, a hey hey.
Hung like a horse, a hey hey.
Hung like a horse, a hey hey.

I got style and I got grace.
I win every stepplechase.
It don't take much to spur me on.
I'm slicker than a Lippanzon.

I'll love you til the rooster crows.
I'll love you til the cow's come home.
I'll love you morning, noon, and night.
Come on over, I won't bite.

(Chorus x 2)



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Hung Like a Horse
Butterscott



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