Every Man Likes You Songtext
von Adam Brand

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
And 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 too short
And your lipstick's way too red
Well, I don't like it, but I love it
So, 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

When we′re walking down the street
You're turning every head
Girl, your skirts are way too short
And your lipstick′s way too red
Well, I don't like it, but I love it
So, tell me what′s a boy to do?
'Cause every man, every man
Wishes he could hold your hand
Every man, every man likes you