Following this cheeky romp of a post, an even more explicit sex scene plays out in the mind and imagination of our fall-prone cowboy. We’ll let the lyrics and links speak for themselves – I’m just enjoying the way traditional country-western motifs are given new life with a same-sex twist. Artists like Chris Housman, Brooke Eden, Adam Mac, Justin Green, Brian Falduto, and Orville Peck have turned their work into deliciously subversive musical statements – and that only works when the music is good and the song is sound. Case in point is this Dixon Dallas ditty, which is the rare sort of country song that uses the word ‘bussy’ and means it that way.
There’s something ’bout the way you look in my eyes
Like a starry night, you light up my skies
You lean in closer and my heart starts to pound
I heard you sigh, you know I love that sound
He’s bouncing off my booty cheeks, I love the way he rides
I can hardly breathe when he’s pumping deep inside
I kiss him on his neck and then he kisses on my bussy
Call him “Daddy” while I holler, man, that boy’s so damn good looking
We made love and then he kissed me, I don’t want it to end
Every day we spend together, I fall mor? into him
That boy he takes my breath away, I can’t find th? words to say
So I wrote this little note, kiss it, seal it, so you know
I’ve got some time, if you’ve got some time too
You’ve been on my mind baby, let me remind you while I lay you down
I can’t get enough, I’m stuck in your love
That’s fine with me, nowhere else I wanna be
He’s bouncing off my booty cheeks, I love the way he rides
I can hardly breathe when he’s pumping deep inside
I kiss him on his neck and then he kisses on my bussy
Call him “Daddy” while I holler, man, that boy’s so damn good looking
