She don't care about my test marks, and she don't care about my IQ.
And that's real good 'cause I don't got a lot up there
But if I did I think she'd sue.

She likes me for me, not because she always feel uneasy
Cause I'm the mirror image of Kim Beazly, not that he can stand reflections
But what she sees, is that I'm a mentally disabled
And that I live in Sunny field, and still can't spell my name.

She don't care about my weight, or that I weigh 'bout a million pounds
Things like that just never mattered much to her
Plus she's being paid to stick around

She don't care that I can fly her, to the UK or the USA
If she really wants to go, I think deep down she knows
That I can't fit on the plane anyway

She likes me for me, not because my voice is as high as Mickey
Or that I sing as bad as Nikki, and you thought she was bad!
She's the one for me!
She's Diet Coke I'm the quarter pounder, she's Ariel and I am flounder
My waistline will astound her once again.

Gazing at the ceiling, as we entertain our feelings in the dark
The things that I'm afraid of
Are gonna show us what we're made of in the end

She likes me for me, not because I look like Harry Potter
Or because I'm such a snot- er, I think I'll shut up now.
I like her for her, not because she looks like britney spears
Well- after I've drunk one hundred beers
Why does she waste all her time with me
There must be something there that I don't see (I don't see)
I think its my money...

She likes me for me, not because I'm tough like Big Bird
Resemble lumps of rabbit turd, and smell just as bad
But what she sees, is that she'd have no cash without me
Her arms can't fit around me
And she's so glad she found me once again