Sting - She's Too Good For Me (Ten Summoner's Tales) | Текст песни

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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 two?
I could distort myself to be the perfect man
She might prefer me as I am.

She don't want to meet my folks.
She don't want to hear my jokes.
She don't want to fix my tie.
She don't even want to try.

She don't like the books I read.
She don't like the way I feed.
She don't want to save my life!
She don't want to be my wife!

But, oh, the games we play.
She's too good for me!
She's too good for me!

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