There's somethings i like about you
There's somethings i like about you
Like the smell of your breath
As it comes across my neck
But houses don't always like what they do
No, horses don't always get to like what they do
There's a cold bead of sweat on your belly
It expires as it alights on my shoulders
And now i've got you here by my side
While i'm getting bolder
And there were angels lining up in the valley
They took off into the air with a smolder
And when the glare of the snow hit the people down below
It was over
And i've got fifteen hands
I can take you to heaven
I've got fifteen hands
I can take you to heaven
I've got fifteen hands
That's four more than eleven
And eight more than seven
So you'd better kick out with all you can master
You've gotta kick out with all you can master
And we expire with a spectacular luster
On our lips and our shoulders
And there's somethings i like about you
Yeah, there's somethings i like about you
But horses don't always like what they do
Oh, horses don't always like what they do