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?t find
The words to say
But if i were a writer
And could write a good hand
I?d write of this love
That i don?t understand
The words in my head
They come and they go
I?m thinking i love her
But she?ll 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?ll 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?t have to look down when she walked by
And if i were a singer
And could sing a good key
I?d sing of this love
In melody
But this voice of mine
Is far from refined
I guess i?ll have to accept that i am
Just an ordinary man
I'm just an ordinary man
I know one day she?ll look
I know one day she?ll see me
And maybe that one day
She?ll want to be with me
And maybe she?ll love me
For who i am
Just as that ordinary man
Just as that ordinary man
