Your Song
It's a
little bit funny, 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 I
was a sculpture, Lord, honey, but then again, 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 a
gift, Lord, and I'm gon' sing it for you
And you can
tell everybody that this is your song
It may be
quite, 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
I was on a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes
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 want to,
I want to keep turnin' on
So excuse
me forgetting, but these things I do, Lord
You see,
you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue
Anyway the
things is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean
Your are
the sweetest eyes, you've got the sweetest eyes
The
clearest eyes I've ever seen, I hope you know that
I hope you,
I hope you wrote back and tell everybody that 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 life is when you're in the world, world,
world
If, if, if
I was on a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes
I'll write
a few verses, and then I'll 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 want to,
want to keep turnin' on, so excuse me, so excuse me
So excuse
me forgetting, Lord, these things I do
You see,
you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue, baby
And anyway
the things is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean
Your are
the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyes
The
sweetest eyes I've ever seen
I hoping
you go back, go back and tell everybody that 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
I might
come out with the Gospel, the Blues, the Jazz, the Rock and Roll
I'm gonna,
got to, got to write me a simple song for everybody because
this is my
song
It may be
quite, 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
You come on
back, you try to try again, try again
Tell
everybody that Billy Paul 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
Get back,
get, got, oh, ho