Like You Lyrics - Kristin Hersh

Excuse me, a doormat is good honest work... 

Only the bored and the wicked rich don't know that 

Excuse me, 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 

Your spell is broken but I'm still here 

you're mouth is open, guess I don't care...