"I Can't Measure Up"

Intro/Verse:

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Bridge:

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Chorus/Solo:

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I should stop
Competin for all of your attention
I can't win
With all of this macho competition
It's not fair
I'm more deserving than any other man
Do you care
That I'm trying as hard as I can?

I can't measure up to a football star, a soccer player or a guy with a nice car

I got nothin
I ain't too handsome, I ain't too bright
I got nothin
And I cannot hope to keep up this fight
I got nothin
Although I try and try
So how can I hope to have you?  Guess I can't . . . 

You pretend 
That you like me, that I have a chance
But I don't
And I now grow weary of this dance
All these jocks
Think they're better than everybody else
They're all cocks
And I know you'd like me if you knew me better   (slight fluctuation in verse melody)

repeat chorus

solo

I can't measure up to a football star, a baseball player or a guy with a nice car

repeat chorus