Kristin Hersh - Like You lyrics

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 Youre mouth is open, guess I don't care...