Lbc - Russian Girlfriends

Libby you’re a looker

What do you do when he’s gone

Stay up late writing letters

Blow your kisses to the morning stars

The prairie’s never seen a prettier rose

I long to pluck your petals one at a time

You overwhelm, I would abandon my post

If it only meant a single night…

But that kind of overconfidence can’t come without consequence

Clouds in the sky, The Crow scouts seem concerned

The look concerned

I think they heard us coming

The pony herds started stampeding

Swear I’ve never seen so many

The greasy grass alive and squirming

Looks as though the tides are turning

Surrounded, five chambers empty

One last bullet left to carry you home

Libby you’re a looker

But you deserve so much more

A love unadulterated by any Indian war

The prairie’s never produced prettier foes

I long to pluck their feathers one at a time

Paint my face, steal a horse

And ride across the line

He won’t listen

We will give him

We will give him ears

They won’t listen

We will give them

We will give them ears