Smutty kind of songfic about H\W
Dis.
I do not own House MD or Nickelback
PG
(House to Wilson):
I like your pants around your feet (oh f*ck!!! *drooling*)
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say 'please' (.... !!!!)
While you're looking up at me (:PPPP)
You're like my favourite damn disease (well, I am an addict, after all.)
And I love the places that we go (PPTH cafeteria for lunch, truckfight, bowling etc.)
And I love the people that you know (our team, especially Chase with his pretty mouth...)
And I love the way you can't say no (hell, yeah! We all love it!) ;P
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose (oh well, I mean when I drug you from time to time)
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are (my best friend who's crush on me)
It wasn't that hard (judging on the way how much you care for me)
Just to figure you out
I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best (guess how exactly!)
And I like the way you're not 'impressed', (but we both know how much you love what you see..)
While you throw me to the desk
I like the wine stains on your dress (dress shirt, I mean... *oops* we do crossdressing at times though.)
And I love the way you pass the check (paycheck or simply cash for my lunch)
And I love the good times that you wreck (all your 3 ex-marriages)
And I love your lack of self respect (poor, willing Wilson...)
While you're passed out on the deck (2,006th time I drugged you.)
I love my hands around your neck (… and we started to make out all of a sudden.)