Текст песни Sting - She`s Too Good For Me
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She don`t like to hear me singShe don`t want no diamond ringShe don`t want to drive my carShe won`t let me go that farShe don`t like the way I lookShe don`t like the things I cookShe don`t like the way I playShe don`t like the things I sayBut oh, the games we playShe`s too good for meShe`s too good for meShe don`t like the jokes I makeShe don`t like the drugs I takeShe don`t like the friends I gotShe don`t like my friends a lotShe don`t like the clothes I wearShe don`t like the way I stareShe don`t like the tales I tellShe don`t like the way I smellBut oh, the games we playShe`s too good for meShe`s too good for meWould she prefer it if I washed myself more often than I doWould she prefer it if I took her to an opera or twoI could distort myself to be the perfect manShe might prefer me as I amShe don`t want to meet my folksShe don`t want to hear my jokesShe don`t want to fix my tieShe don`t even want to tryShe don`t like the books I readShe don`t like the way I feedShe don`t want to save my lifeShe don`t want to be my wifeBut oh, the games we playShe`s too good for meShe`s too good for me