Debbie Gibson - Too fancy

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