Christmas Mo(u)rnin’ Blues
We shared his penis ’though not his heart for he was a lonely rider so they said We shared his penis ’though not his heart he took his ride oh and now he’s dead How many mountains you may cross
in songs & poëzie
We shared his penis ’though not his heart for he was a lonely rider so they said We shared his penis ’though not his heart he took his ride oh and now he’s dead How many mountains you may cross