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