Make the Man Love Me
ARTHUR SCHWARTZ, DOROTHY FIELDS
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.
Make the man love me,
Make the man love me,
Make the man love me now!