| How do I begin — where do I start
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| When did you first scrape the knees of my heart
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| You said you would never marry a musician
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| I said that’s all right — 'cos I ain’t good enough to be one
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| You dragged this basket case — in out of the dark
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| And I fell for you — from the knees of my heart
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| The Registrar’s Office was a bold council gray
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| I slipped the ring on your finger — it’s there to this day
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| Oakington Avenue — corn flakes 'n' jam
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| I sprayed your Anglia black — but it still looks like a pram
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| You got the face of an angel — I felt Cupid’s dart
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| All the way down to the knees of my heart
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| You love me — you hate me
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| You move me — you irritate me
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| When I go over the top you always drag me back
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| You fill in all the cracks — I guess opposite’s attract
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| And I’m glad of that
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| Down by the river where the humming birds hum
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| I bought you house with a burglar alarm system
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| You’re honest, you’re faithful — you’re loyal and true
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| Where would I be if it was not for you?
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| For always and ever — til death do us part
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| I will love you — from the knees of my heart |