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   And I'm so glad I found her once again      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   (sigh)   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   I don't see      She likes me for me   Not because I'm tough like Dirty Harry   Make her laugh just like Jim Carey   Unlike 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   Yeah, I'm so glad I found her once again