A
Don't have to humble yourself to me, I ain't your judge or your Cain (?)
C G A
Baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba
A
We may not even have our nicotine, this could be just a powerful thing,
C G A A G F
Baby we can choose you know we ain't no amoeba
F Bb C
Are you ready for this thing called love
F Bb C
Don't come from you and me, it comes from up above
F Bb C
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves,
F Bb G
Are you ready for this thing called love
You ain't some icon carved out of soap, sent down here to clean up my
reputation
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Baby, I ain't your Prince Charming,
Now we can live in fear or act out of hope, for some kind of peaceful
situation
Baby, don't know why the cry of love is so alarming
Chorus
Ugly ducklings don't turn into swans,
And glide off down the lake,
Whether your sunglasses are off or on,
You only see the world you make,
Before the laws of God and man I take you for my wife
To love, honour, cherish and obey,
Now I didn't have no plans to live this kind of life
It just worked out that way
Chorus
