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-ed 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 You may ask, 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 lifetime or so I'm your everyday, customary Kind of woman Practical as salt Ah, 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 And I've no special glamour No bait I can twirl 'Cause I'm just a plain, everyday Commonplace, come-what-may Average, ordinary Wonderful Girl! (What a wonderful girl!)