D                 G           A       G
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
D                 G           A       G
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
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I don't have much money, but boy if I did
D             Em          G             A
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
(Repeat)
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song, and this one's for you


I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite bright while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen