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