(Heaton/Rotheray) I love you from the bottom, of my pencil I love you in the songs, I write and sing
Love you 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 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 forget your name (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I forget your
I love your from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me why I love to write about each wrinkle your face And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry
Deep so deep, the number one hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep.
Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Deborah, Annabel, too I wrote this song for you
So let me talk about Mary, a story Turned her grief into glory Late at night, by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbon to shreds