A stable's where you learn to be in charge and not take shit Leather boots and a stiff black whip I don't even have to use it
Pony knows when she sees it That does she not behave she'll get to taste it Pony knows when she sees it That does she not obey she'll make me use it
I tighten the girdle and I shorten the reins I direct it with my skills
Right into the wild we go Pony's warming from her light brown body
Tickle the palm of my hand with grey eager lips I give you sugar pony if you give me obedience Tickle the palm of my hand with grey eager lips I give you sugar pony if you give me this
The way they used to look at me The way they used to make me feel More from Frida Hyvönen