If I were an astronaut
I'd bring you back a moon rock
You could put it on a bookshelf
With all of your other what-nots
If I were a painter
I'd talk you into posin' nude
Yeah then you'd get paid to lay around all day
And let me look at you
If I were a hitman
I'd take you cruisin' in my unmarked van
To kill some time sippin' wine on the beach
In a far-away land
If I were a preacher
I'd say a few extra prayers
So you could sleep in on Sunday
And still be squared away with the man upstairs
But I am what I am
I was born a music man
So I do what I do
I string a few chords together
And I sing about lovin' you
I'd bring you back a moon rock
You could put it on a bookshelf
With all of your other what-nots
If I were a painter
I'd talk you into posin' nude
Yeah then you'd get paid to lay around all day
And let me look at you
If I were a hitman
I'd take you cruisin' in my unmarked van
To kill some time sippin' wine on the beach
In a far-away land
If I were a preacher
I'd say a few extra prayers
So you could sleep in on Sunday
And still be squared away with the man upstairs
But I am what I am
I was born a music man
So I do what I do
I string a few chords together
And I sing about lovin' you
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