I must try to make the man love me, Make the man love me now; Bye and bye I'll make the man happy, I know how! He must see how badly I want him, Want him just as he is; May I say that, should the man ask me, I'll be his! Can I tell the man just how dearly
Blessed we would be? All the beauty I see so clearly, Oh why can't he? So I pray to heaven above me, Pray until day grows dim, For a way to make the man love me As I love him.