Adam Brand - Every Man Likes You Lyrics
Some men like the horsesSome men like to drinkSome men like to scratch their chins andSit around and thinkSome men like the pulpitSome men like the pewBut every man, every man likes youSome men like the moneySome men like the fameSome men like little lettersFollowing their nameDifferent strokes for different blokesUntil you come in viewCause every man, every man likes youWhen we're walking down the streetYou're turning every headGirl your skirts are way to shortAnd your lipstick's way too redI don't like it, but I love itTell me what's a boy to doCause every man, every man likes youSome men like a red headSome men like brunettesSome are fond of a golden blondeAnd some could not care lessThat all goes out the windowWhen you walk into the roomCause every man, every man likes you