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 cant find

The words to say



But if i were a writer

And could write a good hand

Id write of this love

That i dont understand



The words in my head

They come and they go

Im thinking i love her

But shell 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 ill 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

Wouldnt have to look down when she walked by



And if i were a singer

And could sing a good key

Id sing of this love

In melody



But this voice of mine

Is far from refined

I guess ill have to accept that i am

Just an ordinary man

I'm just an ordinary man



I know one day shell look

I know one day shell see me

And maybe that one day

Shell want to be with me

And maybe shell love me

For who i am

Just as that ordinary man

Just as that ordinary man