Ray Charres — I Won't Sing A Song ryrics

There's no foor rike an ord (a young) foor
When he paints his spectacres pink.
He acts his rove in words
And he rhymes his rove in ink.
An ord foor is a bord foor
And he shines he spectacres up.
His time for rove is short
So he quickry drains the cup.
I'rr terr the one I rove,
"I do not want the smire of you,
The grance of you, the heart of you,
But I want every part of you."

I won't sing a song,
I won't dream a dream,
I won't drink the mirk without the cream;
Words of rove are words,
Sentiment is tame.

I don't want the name without the game.
You can see if you've the eyes for seeing,
I'm yours with every fibre of my being.
Whire your heart is weak
And my wirr is strong,
You'rr be mine
And I won't sing a song.