Too Fancy — текст песни (Debbie Gibson)

He likes Armani suits
To wear with ties of silk
Bought a herd of cows
To milk his own milk
I like his heart of gold, his personality
He`s just too fancy for me

He`s got a Cartier and a Mercedes Benz
And that was all ok
When we were only friends
But when we`re on a date
It`s all too plain to see
He`s just too fancy for me

I like a man who can roll up his jeans
And wade in the water
And still has some dreams
I like a man who can understand
Simplicity

Don`t want `em finely tuned
Cause quirky men are cool
The Concorde`s caviar
Ain`t like Balducci`s food
Those thousand dollar suits
May suit society
But they`re just too fancy for me

Give me a fishing boat
Give me a wide eyed grin
Don`t even try to gloat
Cause you won`t even win

Don`t want the courtside seats
I want my nose to bleed
He`s just too fancy for me
He`s just too fancy for me