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, 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, 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. Oh,

 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 want to even 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, oh, the games we play
 She's too good for me
 She's too good for me
 She's too good for me
 She's too good for me
 She's too good for me