Mr. Big Stuff

Mr. Big Stuff Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah) And have a big fine car, oh yes you do now Do you think I can afford to give you my love (oh yeah) You think you're higher than every star above [Chorus] Now I know all the girls I've seen you with I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit You made 'em cry, many poor girls cry When they tried to keep you happy, they just tried to keep you satisfied [Chorus] I'd rather give my love to a poor guy that has a love that's true (oh yeah) Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you Cause when I give my love, I want love in return (oh yeah) Now I know this is a lesson Mr. Big Stuff you haven't learned [Chorus] Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna break my heart Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna make me cry