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 