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
But 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
But oh, the games we play
She´s too good for me
She´s too good for me
Would she prefer it if I washed myself more often than I do
Would she prefer it if I took her to an opera or t