Lyrics Kind of Woman - Rachel Bay Jones

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!)