Like You

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