A young man strumming his guitar
in the corner of a bar
singing 'bout a broken heart
for hours and hours
by closing time I face the fact
that if I had a gift like that
I know that I could win her back
but there's some things I can't do
so now it's up to you.
Write one for me
put the perfect words together
write one for me
a melody to last forever
I don't have the song, so if you please,
tell her she's the right one for me.
It does no good for you to play
a pretty song like Yesterday
'cause that's not what I need to say
to get her to love me
I'm too scared to tell her so
so if you