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抰 find
The words to say

But if I were a writer
And could write a good hand
I抎 write of this love
That I don抰 understand

The words in my head
They come and they go
I抦 thinking I love her
But she抣l 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抣l 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抰 have to look down when she walked by

And if I were a singer
And could sing a good key
I抎 sing of this love
In melody

But this voice of mine
Is far from refined
I guess I抣l have to accept that I am
Just an ordinary man
I'm just an ordinary man

I know one day she抣l look
I know one day she抣l see me
And maybe that one day
She抣l want to be with me
And maybe she抣l love me
For who I am
Just as that ordinary man
Just as that ordinary man