I Am What I Am

If I were an astronaut
I'd bring you back a moon rock
You could put it on a bookshelf
With all of your other what-nots

If I were a painter
I'd talk you into posin' nude
Yeah then you'd get paid to lay around all day
And let me look at you

If I were a hitman
I'd take you cruisin' in my unmarked van
To kill some time sippin' wine on the beach
In a far-away land

If I were a preacher
I'd say a few extra prayers
So you could sleep in on Sunday
And still be squared away with the man upstairs

But I am what I am
I was born a music man
So I do what I do
I string a few chords together
And I sing about lovin' you

If I were an architect
I'd take my handy-dandy pencil set
Design you a two-story log home
With a split-level wrap-around sun deck

If I were a lumberjack
I'd help you climb up the tallest tree
Show you the little baby eagles
That ordinary people never get to see

Yes I am what I am
I was born a music man
So I do what I know how to do
I string a few chords together and I sing about lovin'

Spend all day just kissin' and cuddlin'
And writin' these songs that are all about lovin' you

(extra verses):

If I had a green thumb
I'd plant tomatoes when the spring comes
Then you wouldn't have to panic ‘bout buyin' organic
You could just pick you some

If I had a PhD
In self-help psychology
I'd write a book about how you help me live in the now
And find inner peace