My Song

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