She's Too Good For Me

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 --- She's Too Good for Me - Sting