Better Than You Songtext

von New York Dolls

My baby, don't talk nasty about her
You ain't even got no class
I'm gonna kick your ass

My baby, treats me like a maharajah
Deceiving nothingness
My baby brings me happiness

Rushing on each sensation
In all the gods' creations
With the hysteria of the condemned

My baby, don't you even talk about her
My baby's a brazillion times better than you
Ah, better than you

My baby, got mystical frenzy
Tempered by an irony
Verging on blasphemy

I'm goin' to see my baby,
Find how she gettin' along
In the twilight of destiny's last days

My baby, she says my music's better
It's much better than it sounds,
It's better than you
It's better than

My baby, don't you even talk about her
My baby brings me happiness
Deceiving nothingness, better than you
Ah, better than you
She's better than you
Ah, better than you

Don't talk nasty 'bout my baby
Ah, 'cause she's better than you
Ah, quit talking nasty
Ah, 'cause she's better than you