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 Carey, I'm like 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