There is a woman, who lives in this town   that has my heart, held in her hand   i see her in the, streets everyday   but i can't find, the words to say      But if were a writer, and could write a good hand   i'd write of this love, that i don't understand   but 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 sculpter, and had a good eye   i'd carve out her her beauty, in marble or ice   But these hands of mine, are far from refined   i guess i'll have to accept that im   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 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 im   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