Waylon Jennings - She's Too Good for Me (With Sheryl Crow) lyrics

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 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 d** 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 Oh, the games we play She's too good for me She's too good for me Would I prefer him if he washed himself more often than he does? Would I prefer him if he took me to an opera? Because he thought I'd fall for him This phony perfect man, he'll always be my [Incomprehensible] She don't wanna meet my folks She don't wanna hear my jokes She don't like to fix my tie She don't even wanna try She don't like the books I read She don't like the way I feed She don't wanna save my life She don't wanna be my wife 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 She's too good for me