Fifteen Hands

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