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
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| 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
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