I can't sing like Marvin Gaye, no
I can't play that grand piano
I neva was at the top of my class
I neva threw no touchdown pass
All I got is cut glass to stand on
'Cause I neva planned on gettin' my hands on
No kind of cash or a woman like you
That could last the whole life through
But now that you're here, it seems so clear
Now I ain't got no southern mansion
And I ain't much good at slow dancin'
I neva swam the English Channel
And people they say I'm hard to handle
'Cause I'm like a candle in the wind
But where you end is where I begin
And I neva win 'cause I'm good at losin'
And thank the Lord I'm good at choosin'
'Cause now that you're here, it seems so clear

When the lights go down and the music plays
I feel like a king that could sing for days
I know sometimes that we don't always agree
They scream for more and the more I give
It takes a toll on the way we live
Please forgive me baby and try and see
Yeah, try and see, please try and see
That you get the best of me

Now I didn't make no reservations
And I didn't plan no great vacation
'Cause I've been chasin' rain drops fallin'
Runnin' from love when it keeps callin'
And I know you think I'm just playin' the field
But let me show you girl what's real
'Cause I'm all in like a crazy gambler
And though I don't have all the answers
Now that you're here, it seems so clear

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp.
Writer(s): Marlon Ray Young, Robert Ritchie