Too Fancy - 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