Verse:
all my pretty speeches are a bust
and so i must try something new.
i've been sitting up the whole night long
writing a song all about you.
i don't care if it's a big success;
as long as it will change your 'no' to 'yes'.
Chorus:
my song won't appeal to a lover of art.
my song will reveal what i feel in my heart.
it won't have so much of franz schubert's touch.
and i can't begin like irving berlin.
My song, though a poet would never ok,
my song, still you know what i'm striving to say.
my words may be crude; the tune may be wrong,
but you'll find my heart in my song.