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