| She don’t like to hear me sing
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| She don’t want no diamond ring
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| She don’t want to drive my car
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| She won’t let me go that far
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| She don’t like the way I look
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| She don’t like the things I cook
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| She don’t like the way I play
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| She don’t like the things I say
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| But oh the games we play
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| She’s too good for me
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| She don’t like the jokes I make
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| She don’t like the drugs I take
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| She don’t like the friends I got
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| She don’t like my friends a lot
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| She don’t like the clothes I wear
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| She don’t like the way I stare
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| She don’t like the tales I tell
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| She don’t like the way I smell
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| Would she prefer it if I washed myself more often than I do
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| Would she prefer it if I took her to an opera or two
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| I could distort myself to be the perfect man
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| She might prefer me as I am
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| She don’t want to meet my folks
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| She don’t want to hear my jokes
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| She don’t want to fix my tie
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| She don’t even want to try
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| She don’t like the books I read
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| She don’t like the way I feed
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| She don’t want to save my life
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| She don’t want to be my wife |