She's Too Good For Me - Sting

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 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

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