My little pony has run away from me
Under the racks, under the guillotine, where could she be?
Why would she leave me? We played every night
Could she have left me due to grief? Or of fright?
I had given her everything, everything I could possibly be
But now my little pony wants more than just me.
Come back my little pony, let me paint your feet red
Come back my little pony, or I might die of dread.
Or I might die of envy, while you mingle with a head.
Or I might die of agitation, without you beside my bed.
I’ll find my little pony, I’ll find her one day
I’ll keep her in my pocket, so she doesn’t run away
I’ll put her in a cage, no bigger than my palm
I’ll lock her in a dungeon, while the night is dead and calm.
Me and my pony, my pony and me
It’s going to be the two of us, nothing in between
I’ll always be holding my pony’s little tail
So my little pony never, never goes away.
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