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 hear 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
  Id carve out her beauty in marble or ice
  But these hands of mine are far from refined
  Guess I'll have to accept that I am 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'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 ...