Standing in the pasture...milking

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
Standing in the pasture...milking

Submitted: September 27, 2013

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I was standing in the pasture milking

 
A brand new dairy cow
 
A machine or by hand, I'm thinking about efficiency
 
The ways a man can use it, or be destroyed by it
 
The milk hits my bucket and it's drippin on myself.
 
Standing in the pasture...milking.
 
 
I was standing in the pasture milking
 
Thinkin about a man I know don't like me
 
He don't like my milking methods...
 
His same milking methods
 
I know he'd milk them my way
If he could but he can't do it
But he would man, if he could.
 
And the milk is room temperature
The milk is room temp
Oh, oh.
Moo moo moo moo moo moo
The milk is room temperature
The milk is room temp
 
The milk hits my bucket and it's drippin on myself
Standing in the pasture...milking.
 
 
I was standing in the pasture milking
 
Is my milk cow afraid of me?
 
I've seen how far I've twisted her udders
 
But that's just so I can milk her
 
And ever since we met
 
She probably understood and so she let
 
Me milk her good man, and I milk her good.
 
And the milk is room temperature
The milk is room temp
The milk hits my bucket and it's drippin on myself
Standing in the pasture...milking.


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