Don't Like You
I like ‘em short,
I like ‘em tall,
I like any old way at all.
No, that aint true,
Cuz, I don't like you.
Well, it aint the way that you curl your hair,
Or the way you put your make up on,
It has to do with your fussin and Fightin, and fumin,
From dusk ‘til dawn.
I like brunets and I like blondes,
Or any where in between,
No, that aint true,
Cuz, I don't like you.
Break-Sax
Well, it aint the way that you curl your hair,
Or the way you put your make up on,
It has to do with your fussin and Fightin, and fumin,
From dusk ‘til dawn.
I like ‘em big,
And I like ‘em small,
I used to say,
That I liked them all,
But that aint true sugar,
‘Cuz I don't like you.
Break-Piano & Sax
Well, it aint the way that you curl your hair,
Or the way you put your make up on,
It has to do with your fussin and Fightin, and fumin,
From dusk ‘til dawn.
I don't like you good,
I don't like you bad,
I don't like you happy,
I don't like you sad.
I guess it's true,
I just don't like you.
I guess it's true,
I just don't like you

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