She likes me for me
She don't care about my car
And she don't care about my money
And thats real good, cuz I don't got a lot to spend
But if I did, it wouldnt mean nothin'g
She likes me for me
Not because I look like Tyson Depert
With the charm of Robert Redford using up my fears
I thought she sees, I'm like all-standing desissions
My In-Secure-Conditions
And the tears up on the willow, that I chat
She don't care about my big screen
My collection DVDs
Things like that just never mattered much to her
But she don't watch to much TV
And she don't care that I couldn't fly her
To places she ain't never been
And if she really wants to go
I think deep down she knows that
All she has to say is: MAN
She likes me for me
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in Refortro
I think his name was Dieg
She's the one for me
And I just can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her, once again
And I'm so glad I found her, once again
Yeah! And I'm so glad I found her, once again (come on)
Days we met the ceiling, as we entered day-life feelings in the dark
Things that we were afraid of, that could show us what we're made of, in the air
She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because I am such a hotty (breath out)
I like her for her
Not because she's fat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me
Must be something there I don't see don't see
She likes me for me
Not because I'm tough like Dirty Harry
Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey
I mide the cable dime
Then what she sees
Is that I can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her, once again
Found her once again (she's with me)
Once again (she's with me)
Yeah! I'm so glad I found her, once again
Autor(es): Mark Hoppus / Tom DeLonge
