The World Go 'Round.

I sit in wonder for myself
and think of what's happened to me.
Close my eyes with a worried face;
how have I gotten this lucky?

I am not near the perfect man.
Many things I've done were shady,
mean or stupid or downright wrong;
undeserving of my lady.

And though she's on my every word,
she won't heed just a single sound
of my voice when I try to say
that I don't make the world go 'round.

She worships and she praises me,
even marvels at my success.
She doesn't know the things I've done;
she refuses to see the rest.

I'm no saint with a heart of gold.
I can't pretend I ever was.
There's no level that I could reach
to be deserving of her love.

I'm sure as hell no Prince Charming,
the diamond she believes she's found.
I don't think I can make her see
that I don't make the world go 'round.

And though it truly breaks my heart
to see injustice everyday -
the "all" she gives, the "some" I return -
there's really nothing I can say.

Because I need her all the time,
to know she loves me, that she cares.
I need to gaze into her eyes,
to run my fingers through her hair.

She gives me all the strength she has
to do the best she knows I can.
She gives me all the love I need.
She gives me courage to be a man.

She has been everything to me,
freeing me from chains that had me bound.
For me, there's not a single doubt,
it's her that makes this world go 'round.