I must try to make the man love me
Make the man love me now
By and by, I will make the man happy
'Cause I know how

He must know how badly I want him
Want him just as he is
Can I say that if the man ask me
Yes, I'll be his

Can I tell the man
Just how dearly blessed we could be?
All the beauty I see so clearly
Oh, why can't he?

So I pray to heaven above me
Pray as the day grows dim
Ask away to make the man love me
As I love him

Now he never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should, why should he treat me this way?
I've got it bad and that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental
Lord and it's not made of wood
Why can't he see it this way
I've got it bad and that ain't good

Can I tell the man
Just how dearly blessed we could be?
All the beauty I see so clearly
Why can't he?

So I pray to heaven above me
Pray as the day grows dim
Far away to make the man love me
As I love him