"Mr. Big Stuff" by Jean Knight

Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
Youre never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy clothes 
And have a big fine car, oh yes you do now
Do you think I can afford to give you my love 
You think youre higher than every star above

Mr. Big Stuff 
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
Youre never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls Ive 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 try to keep you happy, they just try to keep you
satisfied

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me tell me
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
Youre never gonna get my love

Id rather give my love to a poor guy that has a love thats
true 
Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you
Cause when I give my love, I want love in return 
Now I know this is a lesson Mr. Big Stuff you havent learned

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
Youre never gonna get my love

Mr. Big Stuff
Youre never gonna break my heart
Mr. Big Stuff 
Youre never gonna make me cry

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me
Just who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff 
Youre never gonna get my love
Mr. Big Stuff