I might not be Smokey.
Or any of the Beatles.
Or Burt Bacharach or Hal David.
Just believe this.
I write a song just for you.
Explaining just how much I do love you.
Oh, these words are true.
I lay out my heart to you.
Describing all the things I'm would do.
Oh, yes for you.
I might not be Elton John.
Or Lionel Richie.
Or even a Cole Porter.
I just know.
I write a song just for you.
Yes, just for you.
Explaining how I love you.
Yes, why I do?
You just a dream that came true.
When this guy met you.
Oh, so true.
Yes, so true.
You a shining star.
A magic wish.
Someone meant to be mention.
And deserve all my attention.
Girl, it's true.
Yes, so true.
I might not be a Thom Bell.
Or a Linda Creed.
But I have the skills to acknowledge you in a song.
Believe it, my love.
Believe it.
And when I'm through writing.
You will be so impress to confess that you do love me.
Oh, you do.
You truly do.
Whatever I do?
You'll be the reason why?
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
I might not be Smokey.
Or any of the Beatles.
Or Burt Bacharach or Hal David.
Just believe this.
I write a song just for you.
Explaining just how much I do love you.
Oh, these words are true.
I lay out my heart to you.
Describing all the things I'm would do.
Oh, yes for you.
I might not be Elton John.
Or Lionel Richie.
Or even a Cole Porter.
I just know.
I write a song just for you.
Yes, just for you.
Explaining how I love you.
Yes, why I do?
You just a dream that came true.
When this guy met you.
Oh, so true.
Yes, so true.
You a shining star.
A magic wish.
Someone meant to be mention.
And deserve all my attention.
Girl, it's true.
Yes, so true.
I might not be a Thom Bell.
Or a Linda Creed.
But I have the skills to acknowledge you in a song.
Believe it, my love.
Believe it.
And when I'm through writing.
You will be so impress to confess that you do love me.
Oh, you do.
You truly do.
Whatever I do?
You'll be the reason why?
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