Ah.

She’s nev er pulled an y bod y from a (G5)burn ing build ing.

She’s nev er rocked Cen tral Park to a half a mil lion fans

scream in’ out her name.

She’s nev er hit a shot to win the game.

She’s nev er left her foot prints on the moon.

She’s nev er made a so lo hot air bal loon ride a round the world.

No, she’s just your ev ’ry day av ’rage girl.

But, she’s some bod y’s he ro; a he ro to her ba by with a skinned up knee, a (Am)lit tle kiss is all she needs.

The keep er of the Cheer i os; the voice that brings Snow (G)White to life, looks bed time sto ries ev ’ry night.

And that (F)smile lets her know:

she’s some bod y’s (Am7)he ro.

Oh.

She did n’t get a check ev ’ry week like a (G5)nine to fiv er,

but she’s been a wait er and a cook and a tax i driv er for twen ty years there at home,

un til the day her girl was grown.

Giv ing all her love to her was her life’s am bi tion;

but now her ba by’s mov ing on, and she’ll soon be miss ing her.

But not to day; those are tears of joy run ning down her face.

she’s some bod y’s (D)he ro.

Thir ty years have flown right past.

Her (D)daugh ter’s star ing at all the pho to graphs of her moth er,

and she wish es she could be like that.

Oh, but she al read y is.

She’s some bod y’s he ro, a he ro to her moth er in a rock ing chair.

She (Am)runs a brush through her sil ver hair.

The en vy of the nurs ing home, (C)she drops by ev ’ry (C)af ter noon, feeds her ma ma with a spoon, and that (F)smile lets her know,

her moth er’s smile lets her know:

she’s some bod y’s he ro.