| I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
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| I love you in the songs,
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| I write and sing
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| Love you because,
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| you put me in my rightful place
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| And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring
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| Cheap, never cheap
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| I’ll sing you songs till you’re asleep
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| When you’ve gone upstairs I’ll creep
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| And write it all down
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| Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane
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| I wrote so many songs about you
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| I forget your name (I forget your name)
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| Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
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| I forget your name
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| Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
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| I forget your name
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| I love your from the bottom of my pencil case
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| I love the way you never ask me why
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| I love to write about each wrinkle on your face
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| And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry
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| Deep so deep,
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| the number one I hope to reap
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| Depends upon the tears you weep,
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| so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry
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| Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue
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| You made me so much money,
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| I wrote this song for you
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| Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
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| I wrote this song for you
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| Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
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| I wrote this song for you
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| So let me talk about Mary, a sad story
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| Turned her grief into glory
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| Late at night, by the typewriter light,
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| She ripped his ribbon to shreds |