Seasonal

Imagining that we can see the wind  
A thousand horses racing, the lead changing again and again  
No one notices that they are all stallions  
The mare, you, creates the challenge  
 
The harder you run, the more they pursue  
Hoof kicks and nips are dedicated to you  
The strongest and fastest is destine to win this race  
Branded by Zephyrus before we gave chase  
 
Tsunami or hurricane, you determine our pace  
I'm strong baby girl destine to win this race  
But the strongest runner may not get a taste  
Hell I've got after burners set to keep and exceed pace  
 
Down in the valley, over and around mountains  
Across the hot and dry desert and thru pouring rain  
Baby this race is destine to last an eternity  
But I'm determined that no one will have you but me  
 
The whipping of your tail and mane  
Drives the herd insane, Pintos start fighting Arabians  
Appaloosas posing as Paints, But I'm a mustang baby  
Yes a wild breed, the kind that you need baby  
 
For just one chance at your love  
I would pull hell from under and place it up above  
I would run even harder baby just to stop time  
Stand on the end of existence discussing what's on your mind  
 
But you're a flighty one, not even stopping to graze  
And the smell of your sex has me chasing for days  
Just the thought of being the one to put my muzzle in there  
Has me picking up speed with a chill to the air  
 
Ever so close that now I can taste you  
Snowing, sleeting, sheets of ice, we break thru  
Before you know we're back at the start, a freaking bummer  
Where the race starts over again every freaking summer�