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