I must try to make the man love me, make the man love me now. By and by I'll 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 asks 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 ***. Ask away to make the man love me as I love him. Can I say that if the man asks 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 ***. 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, oh, why can't he? So I pray to heaven above me, pray as the day grows ***. Ask away to make the man love me as I love him.