Your Song

Your Song It's a little bit fanny Lord, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but, boy, if I did I'd buy a big mansion where we both could live If, if, if I was a sculpture Lord, honey, but then again, no (then again no, no) Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show I know it's not much, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do You gave me a gift Lord, and I'm goin' sing it for you And you can tell everybody that this is your song (this is your song) It may be a quite simple, but that's how it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind What I wrote down in words, words How wonderful life is when you're in the world, world, world If, if, (if), if I was on a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes (kick off my shoes , kick my shoes off) I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you and people like me I wanna, I wanna keep turnin' on So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do Lord (these things I do Lord) You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue Abyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes, you've got the sweetest eyes The clearest eyes I've ever seen, I hope you got back I hope you, I hope you got back and tell every body That this is your song (this is your song) It may be quite, quite simple, but now that's how it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind But I wrote down in words Lord, words I'm doin' it for how wonderful it is when you're in the world, world, world If, if, (if), if I sat upon a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes, oh yeah (kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off) I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you, people like me I wanna, wanna keep turnin' on, so escuse me, so escuse me So escuse me forgetting, but these things I do (these things I do Lord) You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue, baby And anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean You are the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyes The sweetest eyes I've ever seen I want you to go back, go back and and tell everybody That Billy Paul's got a song (Billy Paul's got a song) I'm, I'm gonna sit upon a, a rooftop and kick off my shoes I'm gonna write it (write it), write it (write it), write it (write it) I might come out with the Gospel (Gospel), the blues (blues), The jazz (jazz), the rock and roll I'm gonna, got to, got to write me a simple song for everybody Because this is my song (this is my song) It may be quite, quite simple but that's the way it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind What I wrote down in words, words You come back, you try to try again, try again Tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a song (Billy Paul's got a song) It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done, baby I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it ooooh Get back, get, got, oh no