She don't care about my car, and she don't care about my money
And that's real good 'cause I don't got a lot to spend
But if I did, it wouldn't mean nothin'
She likes me for me, not because I look like Tyson Beckford
With the charm of Robert Redford, oozing out my ears
But what she sees, are my faults and indecisions
My insecure conditions, and the tears upon the pillow that I shed
She don't care about my big screen, or my collection of DVD's
Things like that just never mattered much to her
Plus she don't watch too much T.V.
She don't care that I can fly her, to places she ain't never been
If she really wants to go, I think deep down she knows
That, all she has to say is when
She likes me for me, not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in "Fargo", I think his name is Steve
She's the one for me
And I just can't live without her, my arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again (3)
Gazing at the ceiling, as we entertain our feelings in the dark
The things that we're afraid of
Are gonna show us what we're made of in the end
She likes me for me, not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because I'm such a hottie, hah
I like her for her, not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me
There must be something there that I don't see
She likes me for me, not because I'm tough like Dirty Harry
Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey, unlike the Cable Guy
But what she sees, is that I can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again, found her once again
I'm so glad I found her once again
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