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