When I was dustin’ off her desk one day,
And she was standin’ there, I took the pad
She writes on when she gets dictates and had
A notion to tear off a leaf and lay
It up against my heart at night, when they
Was something made her come to where I stood
And say, “Poor boy,” as softly as she could —
It almost seemed to take my breath away.
That night I could n't sleep at all becuz
The thoughts about them words that she had said
Kep’ all the time a-goin’ through my head
With thoughts about how beautiful she wuz,
And then I knowed she loved me, too, or she
Would not of cared how hard I worked, you see.