Sometimes these hands get so clumsy

That I drop things and people laugh

Sometimes these hands seem so graceful

I can see them signin' autographs 



What I want to know from you

When you hear my plea

Do you like or love

Either or both of me

Do you like or love

Either or both of me 



Sometimes this face looks so funny

That I hide it behind a book

But sometimes this face has so much class

That I have to sneak a second look 



Sometimes this life gets so empty

That I become afraid

Then I remember you're in it

And I think I might still have it made