Song for Whoever

I 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 place

And I love the PRS checks

That you bring

Cheap

Never cheap

I'll sing you songs till you're asleep

And when you've gone upstairs I'll creep

And write it all down down down down

Oh Shirley, oh Deborah, oh Julie, oh Jane

I wrote so many songs about you

I forget your name

I forget your name

Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue

Deborah, Annabel, too

I forget your name

Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue

Deborah, Annabel, too

I forget your name

I love you from the bottom of my pencil case

I 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 to reap

Depends upon the tears you weep

So cry, lovey, cry

Cry, cry, cry

Oh Cathy, oh Alison, oh Philippa, oh Sue

You made me so much money

I wrote this song for you

I wrote this song for you

Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue

Deborah, Annabel, too

I wrote this song for you

Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue (For you)

Deborah, Annabel, too

Oh Cathy, oh Alison, oh Philippa, oh Sue

You made me so much money

I wrote this song for you

I wrote this song for you

Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue

Deborah, Annabel, too

I wrote this song for you

Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue (For you)

Deborah, Annabel, too

For you

For you

For you

For you

For you

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

Ripped his ribbons to shreds

Late at night by the typewriter light

She ripped his ribbons to shreds

So let me talk about Mary a sad story

I turned her grief into glory

Talk about Mary a sad story

I turned her grief into glory

Late at night by the typewriter light

Ripped his ribbons to shreds

Late at night by the typewriter light

Ripped his ribbons to shreds

Oh, let me talk about Mary a sad, sad, sad story

I turned her grief into glory

Let me talk about Mary a sad story

I turned her grief into glory

Late at night by the typewriter light

Ripped his ribbons to shreds

Late at night by the typewriter light

Ripped his ribbons to shreds

I wrote this song for you