Make the Man Love Me
Dorothy Fields, Arthur Schwartz
I must try to make the man love me
Make the man love me now
By and by I will make the man happy
I know how
He must sea how badly I want him
Want him just as he is
And may I say that sure the man ask me
I'll be his
Can I tell the man
Just how dearly blessed we would be
Aii the beauty I see so clearly
Oh why can't he?
So I pray to heaven above me
Pray until day grows dim
For I wait to make the man love me
As I love him
For I wait to make the make love me
As I lovе him...
