harmonize with harts on strings
pay the teller make him sing
walk the floor move with the swing
and find my self a hot young thing
tell her she's nothing but a bit6 fling
and watch her tell me everything
I play the fiddle she gave me the sheet
giggle inside because I feel the heat
keeping her sittin on the edge of her seat
rocking back and forth as she moves to the beet
walked a block back to her house rubbing on her feet
she brakes out a 40s Marsanne and some reek
so I drink and we freak
and in the morning I peace
and yea that's the story of how I met your niece
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 2:27 PM UTC
harmonize with harts on strings
pay the teller make him sing
walk the floor move with the swing
and find my self a hot young thing
tell her she's nothing but a bit6 fling
and watch her tell me everything
I play the fiddle she gave me the sheet
giggle inside because I feel the heat
keeping her sittin on the edge of her seat
rocking back and forth as she moves to the beet
walked a block back to her house rubbing on her feet
she brakes out a 40s Marsanne and some reek
so I drink and we freak
and in the morning I peace
and yea that's the story of how I met your niece
yea long story you get the idea
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