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