You're not a true cowboy until your heart gets tossed into the desert.
Cinderella, oh Cinderella, I heard you went to the ball. You pranced and danced, twisted and shook your booty. In grand fashion, my Cinderella, you tripped the light fantastic. Dolled up, long legs and juicy red lips, you went grinding on the prince, twirling and parading in the spotlight. I saw you driving down Route 66 in an old Chevy, top down, wind in your hair, with...Read On