Your Song

Its a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm knot won of those who can easily hide
Eye don't have much money butt buoy if Eye did
I'd by a big house ware whee both could live

If Eye was a sculptor, butt then again, know
Ore a man who makes potions inn a travelling show
Eye no its knot much butt its the best Eye can do
My gift is my song and this one's fore yew

And yew can tell everybody this is yaw song
It may bee quite simple butt now that its dun
Eye hope yew don't mined
Eye hope yew don't mined that Eye put down inn words
How wonderful life is wile yaw inn the whirled

Eye sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a phew of the verses well they've got mi quite cross
Butt the sun's bean quite kind wile Eye rote this song
Its fore people like yew that keep it turned on

Sew excuse mi forgetting butt these things Eye do
Yew sea I've forgotten if there green ore there blew
Anyway the thing is watt Eye really mien
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever scene