I'm not a thin, not a wing, not a finger
you're not a take, not my fake, maybe later we will
see if we can be alone and be together
all at the same time
I can't sing, I can't dance Fred Astaire and Ginger
I'm not a tod, not a log, not a frog, no
You're not a drug, not a pill, not a strill to me
you seem to be the one for me
but I can't tell what you want me to be
I can cook, I can clean half a roll in your train
wouldn't it be so nice if you were me?
trying to sing my song without a key?
wouldn't it be so nice if I were you?
telling me I can try to sing it too
I'm not a face, not a trace, not a place
you're not a game, not the same, I can tell you one to
be to me the one who sees the real me
but who is that you see?
not a clown specializing in falling down
I'm not a thin, not a wing, not a finger
you're not a take, not my fake, maybe later
we will see if we can be alone and be together
all at the same time
I can't sing, I can't dance Fred Astaire and Ginger
wouldn't it be so nice if you were me?
trying to sing my song without a key?
wouldn't it be so nice if I were you?
telling me I can try to sing it too
i'm not a fish, not a dish, not a wish, no
you're not a pie in the sky, in the sky...