Lyrics Nuttin' For Christmas - The Fontane Sisters

They buy you dinner open your door

Other then that what are they good for
Men I'm talking about men
They all want a girl just like the girl that married dear old dad
They make me so mad
Men I'm talking about men

Well you can't beat 'em up cause they're bigger then you
You can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em
Men, I'm talking about men
They love their toys They make their noise
They're nothing but a bunch of over grown boys
Men, I'm talking about men
If you give ' em what they want they never fall in love
Don't give 'em nothing they can't get enough
Men, I'm talking about men

In the beginning they always aim to please
They serve a purpose they fill a need
They ensure the survival of the species
They take you for a ride run of gas
Most of the time they're a pain in the Yea, yea
Men I'm talking about men

Silver tongue devils Lying through their teeth
Saying anything just to sweep you off of your feet
Ooh yea Men, talking about men Mere mortal men