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 won't care if it's a big success
As long as it will change your "no" to "yes"
My song
Won't appeal to a lover of art
My song
Still you know what I mean at the start
It won't have so much a Franz Schubert's touch
And I can't begin like Irving Berlin
My song
Though a poet would never okay
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
My song
Won't appeal to a lover of art
My song
Yet you know what I mean at the start
It won't have so much a Franz Schubert's touch
And I can't begin like Irving Berlin
My song
Though a poet would never okay
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
