Beth Thornley

(*Beth Thornley) U run it rich, that carburetor* U gotta open, open that choke. 'Cause when you're here, the air it won't clear. And u just blowin', just blowin' smoke. U got a blue feather bird on a golden swing. It wears a ruby tipped crown but it

You're So Pony Music and Words by Beth Thornley Let's say I want it. Let's say I want what's over there. Let's say I know it. Let's say I'd know it anywhere. 'Cause there's just some things, yeah you know what's not and what is. Like when it's honey