Singer: Sting

Album: The Story of Ten Summoners

Stingo.-She's too good for me.

She doesn't like listening to me sing.

She doesn't want a diamond ring.

She doesn't want to drive my car.

She won't let me go that far.

She doesn't like the way I look

She doesn't like what I do.

She doesn't like the way I play ball.

She doesn't like what I said.

But oh, the game we play.

She's too good for me.

She doesn't like my jokes.

She doesn't like the medicine I take.

She doesn't like my friends.

She doesn't like my friend very much

She doesn't like the clothes I wear.

She doesn't like the way I stare at her.

She doesn't like my story.

She doesn't like the smell of me.

If I take a bath more often than now, will she like it better?

Would she like it better if I took her to an opera or two?

I can twist myself to be a perfect man.

She may like me better now.

She doesn't want to see my parents.

She doesn't want to hear my jokes.

She doesn't want to tie my tie.

She doesn't even want to try.

She doesn't like the book I read.

She doesn't like the way I eat.

She didn't want to save my life.

She doesn't want to be my wife.

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