Poetry Man

Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, yaOoooo, yaYou make me laugh'Cause your eyes they light the nightThey look right through me, la, la, laYou bashful boyYou're hiding something sweetPlease give it to me, yeah, to me, yaTo meOoh, oh, talk to me some moreYou don't have to goYou're the Poetry ManYou make things all right, ya, yaOoooo, ya, ya, ya, yaOoooo, yaYou are a genieAnd all I ask for is your smileEach time I rub the lamp, la, la, laWhen I am with youI have a giggling teen-age crushThen I'm a sultry vamp, ya, yaTalk to me some moreYou don't have to goYou're the Poetry ManYou make things all right, ya, yaOooooh, ya, ya, yaOooooh, ya[Musical Interlude]Talk to me some moreYou don't have to goYou're the Poetry ManYou make things all rightOoooo, ya, ya, ya, yaOoooo, yaSo once againIt's time to say so longAnd so recall the call of life, la, la, laYou're going home nowHome's that place somewhere you go each dayTo see your wife, ya, ya, yaTo see your wifeWooo, ooohTalk to me some moreYou don't have to goYou're the Poetry ManYou make things all right, yaWooo, ooohTalk to me some moreYou don't have to goYou're the Poetry ManYou make things all right