| I wanna tell you you’re beautiful,
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| In a way that you have not heard before,
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| But I don’t think it’s gonna work,
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| Cause I’m not good with words.
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| I wanna tell you you’re the reason why,
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| The earth spins and the stars hang in the sky,
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| But I don’t think it’s gonna fly,
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| Cause I’m not good with words.
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| If only I could find a way,
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| To say it like them poets say,
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| Sing a sweet and simple serenade,
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| Directly to your heart.
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| If only I could speak aloud,
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| Just what I feel when you’re around,
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| I’d finally confess my love in verse,
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| But I’m not good with words.
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| If I was just like Shakespeare,
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| Whispering sweet sonnets in your ear,
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| I’d tell you everything you want to hear,
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| But I’m not good with words.
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| If only I could find a way,
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| To say it like them poets say,
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| Sing a sweet and simple serenade,
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| Directly to your heart.
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| If only I could speak aloud,
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| Just what I feel when you’re around,
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| I’d finally confess my love in verse,
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| But I’m not good with words.
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| Sentences or conversation,
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| Oh words they only bring me complication,
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| And when it comes to love,
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| I’m useless just full of bad excuses,
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| And confessions gone unheard.
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| If only I could find a way,
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| To say it like them poets say,
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| Sing a sweet and simple serenade,
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| Directly to your heart.
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| If only I could speak aloud,
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| Just what I feel when you’re around,
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| I’d finally confess my love in verse,
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| But I’m not good with words.
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| Words |