Sierra: (while dancing) One, two, three, slap my knee. My husband to be, his name is Cody. Four, five, six, pick up sticks. My heart won't tick without my Cody fix. Seven, eight, nine, straighten your spine. Spin to see Cody looking so fine. Ten, eleven, tweleve, nothing rhymes with twelve. Chicks want Cody, but his butt's mine!