She don't care about my car, and she don't care about my money

And that's real good 'cause I don't got a lot to spend

But if I did, it wouldn't mean nothin'



She likes me for me, not because I look like Tyson Beckford

With the charm of Robert Redford, oozing out my ears

But what she sees, are my faults and indecisions

My insecure conditions, and the tears upon the pillow that I shed



She don't care about my big screen, or my collection of DVD's

Things like that just never mattered much to her

Plus she don't watch too much T.V.



She don't care that I can fly her, to places she ain't never been

If she really wants to go, I think deep down she knows

That, all she has to say is when



She likes me for me, not because I hang with Leonardo

Or that guy who played in "Fargo", I think his name is Steve

She's the one for me

And I just can't live without her, my arms belong around her

And I'm so glad I found her once again (3)



Gazing at the ceiling, as we entertain our feelings in the dark

The things that we're afraid of

Are gonna show us what we're made of in the end



She likes me for me, not because I sing like Pavarotti

Or because I'm such a hottie, hah

I like her for her, not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford

She has got so much to offer

Why does she waste all her time with me

There must be something there that I don't see



She likes me for me, not because I'm tough like Dirty Harry

Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey, unlike the Cable Guy

But what she sees, is that I can't live without her

My arms belong around her

And I'm so glad I found her once again, found her once again

I'm so glad I found her once again