I Am What I Am

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
 If I were an architect
 I'd take my handy-dandy pencil set
 Design you a two-story log home
 With a split-level wrap-around sun deck
 If I were a lumberjack
 I'd help you climb up the tallest tree
 Show you the little baby eagles
 That ordinary people never get to see
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 Yes I am what I am
 I was born a music man
 So I do what I know how to do
 I string a few chords together and I sing about lovin'
 Spend all day just kissin' and cuddlin'
 And writin' these songs that are all about lovin' you
 (extra verses):
 If I had a green thumb
 I'd plant tomatoes when the spring comes
 Then you wouldn't have to panic 'bout buyin' organic
 You could just pick you some
 If I had a PhD
 In self-help psychology
 I'd write a book about how you help me live in the now
 And find inner peace