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Ethel Cain - Saddle Up Lyrics

This one's for all my whores back home in the village
Poppin they pussies all over the new england countryside
They said that horseman ain't got a head but i know that's a lie
Why? cause i've seen it (let's go)

Promise me you won’t tell my mother
If i help you in a room in which there are no others
Don’t get any on the floor of my father’s carriage
Cause i’m his good girl, putting out for marriage

Good day, my good bitch, we can cut the shit
Show you my forbidden woods, lost in it
I'm his big dick witch, hexin shit
And if he think that he can spell it, he can suck my clit

Buckle up, boy, cause i’ll fuck you up
There’s a reason that the priests all wanna fuck me up
You can ride a horsey, what about my pussy cat
Why you scared? don’t be such a puddy tat
You’re a crane? baby, show me what that neck do
Pussy brewing, baby, like it’s gonna hex you
Gut me like a motherfucking pumpkin, jack
And i’ll be giving you some kind of head like you’ve never had

Baby, put that gorgeous
All over my clitoris
Wandering up in my forest
Mm, this pussy hot and wet, porridge
You’re the finest man in new england
Hear them coins in your pocket jingling
Mama always said use common sense
I took one look at him and we ain’t used a condom since
I’ll show you my sleepy hollow

Ride that horsey, ride to town
Ride that horsey, ride him down
But watch that horsey, cause he might buck
So saddle up, girls, get ready to fuck
You wanna sneak a piece of pie from my window
Poppin a stiffy every time the fuckin wind blows
You’re so cute when you look all scared
Now drop your trousers and get ready, enter if you dare

Don’t be scared, daddy
I don’t bite

I swear, a girl gets fucked out of wedlock ONE TIME and suddenly She’s like “the town witch” or some shit, like what the fuck is that about, oh my god
Fucking protestants