4/4   
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 Some men like the horses ... some men like to drink 
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Some men like to ... scratch their chins and ... sit around and think 
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Some men like the pulpit ... some men like the pew  
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But every man ... every man likes you 
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 Some men like the money ... some men like the fame 
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Some men like little letters ... followin' their name 
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Different strokes for different blokes, until you come in view  
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'Cause every man ... every man likes you  
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When we're walkin' down the street you're turnin' every head 
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Girl your skirts are way too short and your lipsticks' way too red  
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Well ... I don't like it ... but I love it 
                            C  C7
But tell me what's a boy to do  
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'Cause every man, every man likes you 
G                                             D
Some men like a redhead ... some men like bru nettes 
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Some are fond of golden blondes and some could not care less  
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That all goes out the window when you walk into the room  
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'Cause every man, every man likes you  
C                                         G
When we're walkin' down the street you're turnin' every head 
C                                           G                  D   D7
Girl your skirts are way too short and your lipsticks' way too red  
                 G
Well ... I don't like it ... but I love it 
                            C  C7
But tell me what's a boy to do  
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'Cause every man, every man ... wishes he could hold your hand 
      G    D               G
Every man, every man likes you