Like You (OST "Тариф на лунный свет" / "Mondscheintarif")
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, 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