S. Alemdar
S. is 21 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Atını Seven Kovboy.
S. is also known as "Turkish Cowboy".
S. is located in Sarajevo at Bembaša Beach.
S. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
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The Victims of Victoria's Secret
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Song Details
The Victims of Victoria's Secret is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Vivace. The music is earth shaking and the lyrics are mind melting. The song was written 1/8/2016 by S. Alemdar. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
21 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Country & Western |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
9/14/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Electric Guitar
Piano
Banjo
Violin
Special Lyrics
The Victims of Victoria’s Secret
Verse 1
Sencer, the horse-loving cowboy, rode into town with worn-out boots,
His heart set on finding something fine to charm his love pursuits.
He spotted satin whispers and lace in aisle three,
“Perfect for my darling,” he thought—till that price knocked him to his knee.
Chorus
We’re the victims of Victoria’s Secret, chasing lace with cowboy regret.
Traded in our saddles for satin we can’t forget.
Sencer sold his horseshoes for a triangle of lace,
Now he’s ridin’ heartache at daybreak, tryin’ hard to save face.
Verse 2
Old Joe warned, “Love’s by the campfire, not in a retail display,”
But Sencer’s mind was clouded pink—he just had to pay.
He grabbed two more sets, said, “What could possibly go wrong?”
Next thing he knew, he was two-steppin’ solo—a lonely cowboy song.
Bridge
So gather ’round, young wranglers, learn this lesson on the plains:
Ask her what she loves and match her boots—don’t play lacey games.
Heartstrings don’t come wrapped in bows or hung on store racks;
Sometimes all it takes is a sunset ride and a saddle on your back.
Final Chorus
We’re the victims of Victoria’s Secret, dancin’ with satin and regret.
We lose our paychecks, lose our pride—but we never lose the sunset.
Sencer, the horse-loving cowboy, learned love can’t be bought—
Yeehaw! Watch that lace derail you when the cost is more than you thought.
Record Releases
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