Ensemble  -  Jean-Jacques  Goldman

Mr.  Big  Stuff

Jean  Knight

(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

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