Ordinary Man

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
 Just as that ordinary man