Like You - Kristin Hersh

Excuse me

A doormat is good honest work

Only the bored and the wicked rich

Don’t know that

Excuse me, you poor man

Let’s skip this town

Who me?

Oh man, was that out loud?

Ow

Whoa, I’m on my own here

You know, the devil may care

You make this groovy

You make me laugh

You make me woozy

A wet doormat

It wasn’t like that

You nature lover

You country punk

You bowl me over

And I’m not that drunk

You’re one in a million

You’re one in two

You’re not like women

And I’m not like you

I’m not like you

I’m not like you

Your spell is broken

But I’m still here

Your mouth is open

I guess I don’t care

You make this groovy

You make me laugh

You make me woozy

A wet doormat

You’re one in a million

You’re one in two

You’re not like women

And I’m not like you

I’m not like you

I’m not like you