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