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