Kind Of Woman

When I first saw Pippin, he was lying by the side of the road
He didn't know where he was
And he looked so exhausted and lost
You'd almost swear he was dead.

So I said:
Pick him up, put him to bed
See that he's bathed and clothed and fed
As I said, how could I foretell
He'd clean up, oh, so very well
But it was no surprise
When I raised my eyes
And there he was.

I'm your average ordinary kind of woman
Competent and neat
Making life a treat
Others as nice
You meet often I know
At least once or twice
Every decade or so.

I'm your everyday, customary kind of woman
Practical as salt
Modest to a fault
Conservative with a budget
Liberal with a meal
Just your average ideal.

My telling you this
May seem sudden and strange
It may not interest you much at all right now
But things change
Things change.

Still I'll understand if I'm not your kind of woman
Anyone can make
One terrible mistake
But I've no special glamour
No bait I can twirl
For I'm just a plain, everyday
Commonplace, come-what-may
Average, ordinary wonderful girl!