Music

- Pat Pattison/Greg Barnhill

Like clouds that lace the open sky high above Nevada
Like dust behind the horses on the dry plains of Montana
Like thunder in the summer in the hills outside Atlanta
The pictures that I like come rolling by

But like, I don't like like when it's like used like it's like nothing
Like I don't like like when it's like used instead of said,
Like, "she's like, no way," "he's like OK,"
Man like that's so like not my tone
Now won't you just LEAVE MY LIKE ALONE
Yeah LEAVE MY LIKE ALONE

I like the smell at evening when the dew is on the grasses
I like the songs of ice cream trucks weaving past like laughter
And little children clutching quarters, like the memories they gather
I like to go there every time I close my eyes

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But like, I don't like like when it's like used like it's like nothing

Like I don't like like when it's like used instead of said,

Like, "she's like, no way," "he's like OK,"

Man like that's so like not my tone

Now won't you just LEAVE MY LIKE ALONE

Like somewhere in the valley girls abandon their vocabularies
Total conversations made of only “so” and “like”
And it's so hard to distinguish
When you murder the king's English
So like I sang this little song, I thought I'd try because

You see, I don't like like when it's like used like it's like nothing

Like I don't like like when it's like used instead of said,

Like, "she's like, no way," "he's like OK,"

Man like that's so like not my tone
Now won' you just LEAVE MY LIKE ALONE
Please just LEAVE MY LIKE ALONE