My song

Verse:
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