Hey,
good looking guy,
strolling down the city sidewalk.
Heads turn as you walk by,
giggles and whispers as the girls talk.
Do you understand,
you're not a better man,
but you got something that makes everyone
smile a lot like you.
And hey,
pretty little girl,
how's it feel when you discover all
kinds of no good clowns will do anything to be a lover.
You're no better than the plainest in the land,
but you got something that makes everyone
a lot like you.
I'll be glad with all I got,
what I am not,
who I'm not.
Deep inside everyone's
a lot like you.
Hey,
tiny little bird, singing brightly from a tree.
Before you fly away,
sing another song of love for me.
You don't understand the great master plan,
well neither do I and I feel a lot like you.
A lot like you.