(Heaton/Rotheray) 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 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 all down
Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane wrote so many songs about you I forget your name (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too Jennifer, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I forget your name
I love your from the bottom of my pencil case I love the you never ask me why I love to write about each wrinkle on your face And I love you till my 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 much money, I wrote this song 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 ribbon to shreds