Standard (EADGBE)

Don't have to humble yourself to me, I ain't your judge or your Cain (?)

Baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba

We may not even have our nicotine, this could be just a powerful thing,

Baby we can choose you know we ain't no amoeba

Are you ready for this thing called love

Don't come from you and me, it comes from up above

I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves,

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

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

this won't be exactly correct, but I think it's pretty close.

(send flames elsewhere)