ordinary man þarký sözü

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