I Really Like Him

Why do you follow him?

That's easy to explain
It's because...
Because...

Why?

I like him
I really like him
Tear out my fingernails one by one
I like him

I don't have a very good reason
Since I've been with him, cuckoo-nuts have been in season

But there's nothing I can do
Chop me up for onion stew
Still I'll yell to the sky, though I can't tell you why
That I like him

But what do you get out of it?

What do I get?
Ooo, why already I've gotten...
I've gotten...

You've gotten nothing!
Why do you do it?

I like him
I really like him
Pluck me naked as a scalded chicken
I like him

Don't ask me for why or wherefore
'Cause I don't have a single good because or therefore

You can barbecue my nose
Make a giblet of my toes
Make me freeze, make me fry
Make me sigh, make me cry
Still I'll yell to the sky, though I can't tell you why
That I like him!



Credits
Writer(s): Mitch Leigh, Joseph Darion
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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