She's Too Good for Me

She don't like to hear me sing

She don't want no diamond ring

She don't want to drive my car

She won't let me go that far

She don't like the way I look

She don't like the things I cook

She don't like the way I play

She don't like the things I say

Oh, the games we play

She's too good for me

She's too good for me

She don't like the jokes I make

She don't like the drugs I take

She don't like the friends I got

She don't like my friends a lot

She don't like the clothes I wear

She don't like the way I stare

She don't like the tales I tell

She don't like the way I smell

Oh, the games we play

She's too good for me

She's too good for me

Would I prefer him if he washed himself more often than he does?

Would I prefer him if he took me to an opera?

Because he thought I'd fall for him

This phony perfect man, he'll always be my [?]

She don't wanna meet my folks

She don't wanna hear my jokes

She don't like to fix my tie

She don't even wanna try

She don't like the books I read

She don't like the way I feed

She don't wanna save my life

She don't wanna be my wife

Oh, the games we play

She's too good for me

She's too good for me

She's too good for me

She's too good for me

She's too good for me

She's too good for me