I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case. I love you in the songs, I write and sing. Love you because, you put me in my rightful place. And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring. Cheap, never cheap. I'll sing you songs till you're asleep. When you've gone upstairs I'll creep. And write it all down. Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane. I wrote so many songs about you. I forget your name (I forget your name). Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah,
Annabel too. Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too. I forget your name. I love you from the bottom of my pencil case. I love the way you never ask me why. I love to write about each wrinkle on your face. And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry. Deep, so deep, the number one I hope to reap. Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry lovely cry, cry, cry, cry. Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue. You made me soo much money,
I wrote this song for you. Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too. I wrote this song for you. So let me talk about Mary, a sad story. Turned her grief into glory. Late at night, by the typewriter light. She ripped his ribbon to shreds. |
