Lyrics:

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 cheques that you bring

Cheap, never cheap
I'll sing you songs 'till you're asleep
When you've gone upstairs I'II creep
And write it all 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, Allison, Phillipa, Sue
Deborah, Annabel too (I forget your name)
Jennifer, Allison, Phillipa, Sue
Deborah, Annabel too (I forget your name)

I love your 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, Allison
Oh, Phillipa, oh, Sue
You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you
I wrote this song for you

Jennifer, Allison, Phillipa, Sue
Deborah, Annabel too (I wrote this song for you)
Jennifer, Allison, Phillipa, Sue (For you)
Deborah, Annabel too

Oh, Cathy, oh, Allison
Oh, Phillipa, oh, Sue
You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you
I wrote this song for you

Jennifer, Allison, Phillipa, Sue
Deborah, Annabel too (I wrote this song for you)
Jennifer, Allison, Phillipa, 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
Talk about Mary, a sad story
Turned her grief into glory

Late at night, by the typewriter light
Ripped his ribbon to shreds
Late at night, by the typewriter light
She ripped his ribbon to shreds

So let me talk about Mary, a sad story
Turned her grief into glory
Talk about Mary, a sad story
Turned her grief into glory

Late at night, by the typewriter light
Ripped his ribbon to shreds
Late at night, by the typewriter light
She ripped his ribbon to shreds

Let me talk about Mary, a sad, sad, sad story
Turned her grief into glory
Let me talk about Mary, a sad story
Turned her grief into glory

Late at night, by the typewriter light
Ripped his ribbon to shreds
Late at night, by the typewriter light
She ripped his ribbon to shreds

I wrote this song for you