Intro
Verse 1
I Haven't The Touch Of A Poet, I Often Find Little To Say.
The Map Of My Heart, It Isn't High Art
My Palette, A Study In Grey
You Are The Subject Of Sonnets, I Haven't The Courage To Write
It's Hard To Convey In My Own Simple Way
Just What I'm Feeling Tonight
For Mozart Would Sing You A Love Song
Shakespeare Would Write You A Play
But Silly Old Me, I Am Clear Up A Tree
Left Hear With Nothing To Say.
Chorus
But If Suddenly Genius Should Strike Me, It Wouldn't Be Any Surprise.
Inspired By You, Perhaps I Could Do, What Da Vinci Would Do With Your Eyes
Outro
Oh What Da Vinci Would Do, What Da Vinci Would Do With Your Eyes
