Pony - Arto Lindsay

I’m so afraid of myself

My skin is red to the touch

I’m so ashamed of myself

The title pony might buck

Prepare the ice cubes

Prepare the glue

Stand up and cry fever

Help me change my luck

I’ve lost the will to read or write

Turn away from the light

Bend me over your knee

While I giggle and squeal

So prepare the mop

And prepare the tea

I’m so ashamed of myself

I’m so ashamed of you and me