I like it    I don't like it

Written by o.s. blandamer

Too much time talking at each other
Seems youve got a different point of view
Lets just relax
Get down to basic facts
Ill tell you just exactly what to do
You want the car, oh yeah
Well every penny in my pocket isnt yours, my friend
Im gonna do what my mama says, she said

Hit him, hit him in the heart
Thats where its gonna hurt
Hit him, hit him in the heart
Dont let him treat you like dirt

I dont wanna sound like in complaining
But whats it got to do with love at all
Its a private deal
Painful and so real
You make me feel like I just want to crawl
Whats yours is yours, oh yeah
If you want to get your bags
Well Ill leave them in the wall
Im gonna do what my mama says, she said

Youve been spreading rumours all about me
But all these things you said are just not true
Sticks and stones
Can break my bones
But boy theyre gonna hurt you too
Ive got my pride, oh yeah
So Ill just take your heart and beat it black and blue
Im gonna do what my mama said, she said . . .