Your Song (Ao vivo com Billy Paul) – Ed Motta – letras

It’s a little bit funny Lord, this feeling insideI’m not one of those who can easily hideI don’t have much money but, boy, if I didI’d buy a big mansion where we both could liveIf, if, if I was a sculpture Lord, honey, but then again, no(then again no, no)Or a man who makes potions in a travelin’ showI know it’s not much, I know it’s not much, but it’s the best I can doYou gave me a gift Lord, and I’m goin’ sing it for youAnd you can tell everybody that this is your song(this is your song)It may be a quite, quite, simple, but that’s how it’s doneI hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mindWhat I wrote down in wordsWordsHow wonderful life is when you’re in the world, world, worldIf, if, (if) , if I was on a rooftopI’d kick off my shoes (kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off)I’ll write a few verses and then I get the bluesBut the sun’s been quite, quite kind while I wrote this songIt’s for people like you and people like meI wanna, I wanna keep turnin’ onSo excuse me for forgetting, but these things I do, Lord(these things I do Lord)You see, you see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or blueAnyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really meanYours are the sweetest eyes, you’ve got the sweetest eyesThe clearest eyes I’ve ever seen, I hope you go backI hope you, I hope you go back and tell everybodyThat this is your song (this is your song)It may be quite, quite simple, but now that’s how it’s doneI hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mindBut I wrote down in wordsLord, wordsI’m doin’ it for how wonderful it iswhen you’re in the world, world, worldIf, if, (if) , if I sat upon a rooftop I’d kick off my shoes, ohyeah(kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off)I’ll write a few verses and then I get the bluesBut the sun’s been quite, quite kind while I wrote this songIt’s for people like you, people like meI wanna, wanna keep turnin’ on, so excuse me, so excuse meSo excuse me for forgetting, but these things I do(these things I do Lord)You see, you see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or blue, babyAnd anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really meanYou are the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyesThe sweetest eyes I’ve ever seenI want you to go back, go back and and tell everybodyThat Billy Paul’s got a song (Billy Paul’s got a song)I’m, I’m gonna sit upon a, a rooftop and kick off my shoesI’m gonna write it (write it) , write it (write it) , write it (write it)I might come out with the Gospel (Gospel) , the Blues (blues)The Jazz (Jazz) , the Rock and RollI’m gonna, got to, got to write me a simple song for everybodyBecause this is my song (this is my song)It may be quite, quite simple but that’s the way it’s doneI hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mindWhat I wrote down in words, wordsYou come back, you try to try again, try againTell everybody that Billy Paul’s got a song(Billy Paul’s got a song)It may be quite, quite simple but that’s how it’s done, babyI hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mindwhat I wrote down in wordsHold it, hold it, hold it, hold it oohGet back, get, got, oh no