Better Than You - 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