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"Ditto" Lyrics

Artist - Lost Dogs

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You don't like my politics
You're not impressed with my magic tricks
You call cruel my rapier wit (and) think my poetry is drivel

Well, I don't care for your style of clothes
Your choice of food turns up my nose
And when it comes to love and hate then I suppose
We're both somewhere in the middle
(but when you say)

(CHORUS)
I want you, I say Ditto
You say, I need you, I say Ditto
No I'm not kiddin' you kiddo
Right here we got devotion
Let me second your motion... Ditto

You don't like my old pick-up truck
Or the things I'll do to make a buck
The fact I seem always down on my luck frightens you a little
Well, I don't always get your attitude
Your condescension can be flat and rude
Where this is leading is like your mood, something like a riddle
(when you say)

(REPEAT CHORUS)

We got in common that we don't have much in common
Ah, but these distractions are just a fraction
Of what you and me apparently been wantin'

You always mock my guitar licks
My metaphors, my puns and quips
You don't dig my friends, you call them hicks
It's your penchant to belittle
You act like it's a favor when you hang around
And you never show affection to my old hound
You don't eat your hot cakes till they've cooled down
I like 'em hot off the griddle
(now you say)

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<marquee direction='up' scrolldelay='210' width='270' height='300'><a name=''>You don't like my politics You're not impressed with my magic tricks You call cruel my rapier wit (and) think my poetry is drivel Well, I don't care for your style of clothes Your choice of food turns up my nose And when it comes to love and hate then I suppose We're both somewhere in the middle (but when you say) (CHORUS) I want you, I say Ditto You say, I need you, I say Ditto No I'm not kiddin' you kiddo Right here we got devotion Let me second your motion... Ditto You don't like my old pick-up truck Or the things I'll do to make a buck The fact I seem always down on my luck frightens you a little Well, I don't always get your attitude Your condescension can be flat and rude Where this is leading is like your mood, something like a riddle (when you say) (REPEAT CHORUS) We got in common that we don't have much in common Ah, but these distractions are just a fraction Of what you and me apparently been wantin' You always mock my guitar licks My metaphors, my puns and quips You don't dig my friends, you call them hicks It's your penchant to belittle You act like it's a favor when you hang around And you never show affection to my old hound You don't eat your hot cakes till they've cooled down I like 'em hot off the griddle (now you say) 
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