I can't tell you your fortune. Or read you your fate.
It's yours to create.
I can't heal all your wounds and treat all your sprains.
But I'll take your pain.
I can't take you to solace or offer you land.
But I'll hold your hand.
I can't give you riches or paint you in gold.
But you have my soul.
I can't give you the world. But only a part.
I'll give you my heart.
If I gave you flowers would you treat them well.
I'm under your spell.
If I gave you perfume would you share the smell.
If I gave you earrings would you show me them shine.
If I gave you a wrist watch would you give me your time.
I can't give you the world.
But only a part.
I'll give you my heart.
And I'm just a poor boy with nothing to lose, I have no excuse.
And I'm just a poor boy with nothing to share.
But love and despair.
I can't give you the sun on cold rainy days.
But give me a jar and I'll steal it's rays.
I can't make you sober when you have the blues.
But I'll lay you to bed and take off your shoes.
I can't share all of my secrets, my love is unfair.
But I'll sit behind you and play with your hair.
I can't give you the answers you're looking for.
My love is sparse, but I'll give you more.
I can't give you the world.
But only a part.
I'll give you my heart.
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