I Love You, What Can I Say

You know, some call me a poet

"He has a way with words," they say

Hm

Well, why then when I try to tell you the way I feel

And all the words just slip away?

Or they come out something like dialogue from a Clark Gable movie

Well, frankly, my dear, damn

I just have so much inside that I want you to know about

But it all means that I love you

So what can I say?

You bring a tear to the poet's eye

And you're the rhyme I could not write

And you are love when the words slip away

And I love you (love you), what can I say?

You see, sometimes

And sometimes words are just running off

I mean, what is that word for that, funny, little shaky feelin' inside, huh?

Or that numb, warm, wonderful confusion when you touch me?

A poet, no, no, I'm not a poet

But if I were, and if I had every word in the world at my command

My poem would still be "I love you"

I love you, so what can I say?

You're the song that I could not sing

And you are the picture that I could not paint

And you are love when the words slip away

And I love you (I love you), what can I say?

I love you, what can I say, yeah?

And your are love when the words slip away

And I love you (I love you), what can I say?

I love you (I love you), what can I say?

I love you (I love you), what can I say?

Woman, I love you (I love you), what can I say?