(Heaton/Rotheray) love you from the bottom, of my pencil case I love you in the songs, I write and sing
Love you because, put me in my rightful place And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring
Cheap, never cheap I'll sing you songs till 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 name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I forget your name
I love from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me I love to write about each wrinkle on your face And I love you my fountain pen runs dry
Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep.
Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, wrote this song for you Jennifer, 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 typewriter light, She ripped his ribbon to shreds