she dont care about my car,
and she dont care about my money,
and thats real good cuz i dont got a lot to spend,
but if i did it would mean nothing.
She likes me for me,
not because i look like tyson bedford,
with the charm of robert redford,
unsing out my ears,
what she sees,
are my most rending desisions,
my insecure conditions,
and the tears upon the pillow that i shed.
she don't care about my big screen,
or my collection of dvds,
things like that just never mattered much to her,
plus she don't watch too much tv.
she dont care that i could fly her,
to places she aint 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 was steve.
gazing at the ceiling,
as we entertain our feelings in the dark,
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 im such a hottie.
she likes me for me,
not because im tough like dirty harry,
make her laugh just like jim carrey,
im like the cable guy,
but what she sees...
yeah im so glad i found her once again….
