"Like You"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Excuse me, a doormat's 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
