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 game 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