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