She don ’t Iike to hear me sing
She don ’t want no diamond ring
She don ’t want to drive my car
She won ’t Iet me go that far
She don ’t Iike the way I Iook
She don ’t Iike the things I cook
She don ’t Iike the way I pIay
She don ’t Iike the things I say
But oh, oh, the games we pIay
She ’s too good for me
She ’s too good for me
She don ’t Iike the jokes I make
She don ’t Iike the drugs I take
She don ’t Iike the friends I got
She don ’t Iike my friends a Iot
She don ’t Iike the cIothes I wear
She don ’t Iike the way I stare
She don ’t Iike the taIes I teII
She don ’t Iike the way I smeII
But oh, oh, the games we pIay
She ’s too good for me
She ’s too good for me
WouId she prefer it if I washed myseIf more often than I do?
WouId she prefer it if I took her to an opera or two?
I couId distort myseIf to be the perfect man
She might prefer me as I am. Oh,
She don ’t want to meet my foIks
She don ’t want to hear my jokes
She don ’t want to fix my tie
She don ’t want to even try
She don ’t Iike the books I read
She don ’t Iike the way I feed
She don ’t want to save my Iife
She don ’t want to be my wife
But oh, oh, the games we pIay
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