Kristin Hersh - Like You Lyrics
Excuse me, a doormat is good honest workOnly the bored and the wicked rich dont know thatExcuse me, you poor man, lets skip this townWho me? oh man, was that out loud ?Ow ... whoa, Im on my own hereYou know, the devil may careYou make this groovy, you make me laughYou make me woozy, a wet doormatIt wasnt like thatYou nature lover, you country punkYou bowl me over, and Im not that drunkYoure one in a million, youre one in twoYoure not like women, and Im not like youIm not like you, Im not like youYour spell is broken but Im still hereYour mouth is open, guess I dont careYou make this groovy, you make me laughYou make me woozy, a wet doormatYoure one in a million, youre one in twoYoure not like women, and Im not like youIm not like you, Im not like you