Sometimes these hands get so clumsy   That I drop things and people laugh   Sometimes these hands seem so graceful   I can see them signin' autographs      What I want to know from you   When you hear my plea   Do you like or love   Either or both of me   Do you like or love   Either or both of me      Sometimes this face looks so funny   That I hide it behind a book   But sometimes this face has so much class   That I have to sneak a second look      Sometimes this life gets so empty   That I become afraid   Then I remember you're in it   And I think I might still have it made