I've searched high and low for a melody to describe me so.

Yet, I could never set apart a beat that matched the beat of my heart.

You can't put me in a song, you can try all the year long, but, believe me, I've tried.

It can never be denied, that you can't put me in a song.

You can't climax my life with a crescendo or two.

You can try to show me up with a rhythm or a tune, but it won't live long.

Because you can't put me in a song. You can't define me in a few simple measures.

You can't trade me in for a few musical pleasures.

You can't put me in a song, you can try all the year long, but, believe me, I've tried.

It can never be denied, that you can't put me in a song.

You can try all the year long, but you can't put me in a song.