There is a woman, who lives in this town
That has my heart, held in her hand
I see her in the, streets everyday
But i can't find, the words to say
But if were a writer, and could write a good hand
I'd write of this love, that i don't understand
But 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 sculpter, and had a good eye
I'd carve out her her beauty, in marble or ice
But these hands of mine, are far from refined
I guess i'll have to accept that im
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 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 im
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
Just as that ordinary man