Hey! Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red.. Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head.. But let me tell ya I'm a real big fan, of ice fishin' for them aluminum cans..
You need hands, rough not soft. To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft. Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms. Can't get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm.