Sister Big Stuff

Sister big stuff Who do you think you are? Sister big stuff You're never gonna get my love Not because yo' wear All those fancy clothes Drive around a big fine car Oh yes, you do now Do you think I can't afford To give you my love? You think you're higher Than every star above Sister big stuff Tell me, who do you think you are? Sister big stuff Oh yer, you're never gonna get my love Now I know all about the boys I've seen you with I know you broke their hearts And eat them up bit by bit You made them cry, many poor boys cry When they trying to keep you happy They just trying to keep you satisfied Sister big stuff (Tell me, tell me) Who do you think you are? Sister big stuff You're never gonna get my love I'd rather give my love To a plain Jayne That has a love that is true Than to be get hurt by you 'Cause when I give my love I want love in return Now I know this is a lesson Sister big stuff, you haven't learned Sister big stuff Oh yeah, who do you think you are? Sister big stuff You're never gonna get my love Sister big stuff You're never gonna break my heart Sister big stuff You're never gonna make me cry You're never gonna make me cry You're never gonna make me cry --- Sister Big Stuff - John Holt