Some men like the horses

Some men like to drink

Some men like to scratch their chins and

Sit around and think

Some men like the pulpit

Some men like the pew

But every man, every man likes you



Some men like the money

Some men like the fame

Some men like little letters

Following their name

Different strokes for different blokes

Until you come in view

Cause every man, every man likes you



When we're walking down the street

You're turning every head

Girl your skirts are way to short

And your lipstick's way too red

I don't like it, but I love it

Tell me what's a boy to do

Cause every man, every man likes you



Some men like a red head

Some men like brunettes

Some are fond of a golden blonde

And some could not care less

That all goes out the window

When you walk into the room

Cause every man, every man likes you




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