(Spoken)
Y’know, some call it port
He has a way with words they say
Huh,
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
And it all means I love you
So what can I say

(Sung)
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, what can I say

(Spoken)
You see, sometimes
I’m so tired of the words just running out
I mean, what is it worth, that funny, 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
What words that mean I love you
I love you, so what can I say

(Sung)
You’re the song that I could not sing
And you’re the picture I could not paint
And your love when the words slip away
And I love you, what can I say

I love you, what can I say, yeah

And your love when the words slip away
And I love you, what can I say

I love you, what can I say