MR BIG STUFF

(Oh yeah, ooh) 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 Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love 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 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, you're never gonna get my love 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 Mr. Big Stuff, tell me, who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna break my heart Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna make me cry Mr. Big Stuff, tell me, just who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna break my heart Mr. Big Stuff, you're never gonna make me cry Mr. Big Stuff, tell me tell me, just who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff...