Britta Phillips Mr. Big Stuff Lyrics
            (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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