There is a woman

Who lives in this town

That has my heart

Held in her hand



I see her in the

Streets every day

But I can抰 find

The words to say



But if I were a writer

And could write a good hand

I抎 write of this love

That I don抰 understand



The words in my head

They come and they go

I抦 thinking I love her

But she抣l never know



And if I were a sculptor

And had a good eye

I'd carve out her beauty

In marble or ice



But these hands of mine

Are far from refined

I guess I抣l have to accept that I am

Just an ordinary man

I'm just an ordinary man



Now if I were good looking

And had a pretty face

And if I could walk

And speak with grace



And if I had style

Then I

Wouldn抰 have to look down when she walked by



And if I were a singer

And could sing a good key

I抎 sing of this love

In melody



But this voice of mine

Is far from refined

I guess I抣l have to accept that I am

Just an ordinary man

I'm just an ordinary man



I know one day she抣l look

I know one day she抣l see me

And maybe that one day

She抣l want to be with me

And maybe she抣l love me

For who I am

Just as that ordinary man

Just as that ordinary man