I used to be so bewildered and humble,
But now that I'm watching your pedestal crumble,
The truth is as plain as can be:
That if you're so rare,
How could you care
For someone like me?

I used to act like some stupid hyena
Who'd somehow encountered the goddess Athena,
I'd yammer and stammer and flee---
But if you're that grand,
How could you stand
Someone like me?

The very first time I kissed you
I got all flustered and tipsy,
I was a stranger in paradise
But now it's more like Poughkeepsie.

And all I can think is
I wanna be free---
Cause it's understood
That if you're so good,
What could you possibly see
In someone like me?