[Verse 1]
Been slingin’ wood since sunrise, breakin’ backs and takin’ names
That whiskey sun got me sweatin’ through the reins
Now I’m home, and you’re hotter than a July brand
Spread on the counter, wearin’ nothin’ but my old sweatband
[Pre-Chorus]
Grind the gears, baby, shift that clutch
Tonight I’m diggin’ deep—no slow, no touchin’ up
[Chorus]
We got purple bacon fryin’, grease on your thighs
You lickin’ sweet syrup with them fuck-me eyes
Rode hard, laid wet, but I ain’t done
You moan like thunder when I cock my gun
Had to dodge that yogurt slinger—head swollen and mean
But I’d rather bury mine where the grass stays clean
[Verse 2]
You got that peach so ripe, drippin’ down your knees
Call me ranch boss, girl, I do as I please
Strapped in leather, cello grindin’ low
Giddy up slow, then explode like a rodeo
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain’t no safe word on this dusty trail
When you grip that horn, I ain’t gonna bail
[Chorus]
We got purple bacon fryin’, grease on your thighs
You lickin’ sweet syrup with them fuck-me eyes
Rode hard, laid wet, but I ain’t done
You moan like thunder when I cock my gun
Had to dodge that yogurt slinger—veins about to burst
But I’m buried in your saddle, quenchin’ every thirst
[Bridge]
Call it sin, call it the cowboy code
But I’ll ride you rough ‘til the bed explodes
That cello moans like you beggin’ for more
While I pull your hair and slam the barn door
[Final Chorus]
We got purple bacon fryin’, steam in the sheets
Boot prints on the wall, rhythm ridin’ the beat
Rode hard, laid wet, you beggin’ for more
Got your legs on my shoulders, boots on the floor
Forget that yogurt slinger—he ain’t my kind
I’m the real deal, baby—long, thick, and primed
[Outro]
When the rooster crows, you’ll still be breathin’ fast
With my name in your throat, and my brand on your ass
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