(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 my rightful And I love the PRS cheques, that you 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 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
love your from the bottom of my pencil case 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 reap Depends upon the tears you weep.
Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I wrote this song for you
So let me talk Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night, by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbon to shreds