Story Behind The Song

I was inspired to write this song when I visited Stratford-Upon-Avon, Shakespeare's birthplace.

Lyrics

Poet Of Delight:

I'll never be as good as Shakespeare,
But "lend me your ears"
And I'll be your Romeo tonight.
Just for the night.
However you want it,
You'll be the muse for my sonnet.
I'll be your poet.
Your poet of delight.

C:
Whoever you want me to be I'll be
To make fantasy reality.
A little bit of pleasure and pain.
We've nothing to lose and all to gain.
I'm not talking 'bout the bees and the birds,
Sometimes actions speak louder than words.
I'll never be king of the quill,
But you'll get your fill tonight.
I'll be your poet.
Your poet of delight.

I'll never be as good as Shakespeare,
But "lend me your ears"
And be my Juliet tonight.
Just for the night.
Just "as you like it"
Grab a match and strike it.
This poet's fuse
Is about to ignite.
C:
Whoever you want me to be I'll be
To make fantasy reality.
A little bit of pleasure and pain.
We've nothing to lose and all to gain.
I'm not talking 'bout the bees and the birds,
Sometimes actions speak louder than words.
I'll never be king of the quill,
But you'll get your fill tonight.
This poet's fuse
Is about to ignite.


B:
I'll bring you comedy and tragedy,
And everything in between.
Feel the rhythm, feel the beat,
As we sweat in the heat.
It's hot in here.

Lead:

I fancied the view,
So I made a play for you.
There'll be no holds,
No holds "bard" tonight.

I'll never be as good as Shakespeare,
But "if music be the food of love"
You won't be starved or denied.
Just for the night.
We'll do it all
Until the curtains fall.
"The world is a stage"
And it's ours tonight.
C:
Whoever you want me to be I'll be
To make fantasy reality.
A little bit of pleasure and pain.
We've nothing to lose and all to gain.
I'm not talking 'bout the bees and the birds,
Sometimes actions speak louder than words.
I'll never be king of the quill,
But you'll get your fill tonight.
"The world is a stage"
And it's ours tonight.

I'm just trying not to be lonely,
So for one night only,
I'll be your poet.
Your poet of delight.
Just for the night.
Until the curtains fall.