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