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