Beautiful Girl

If I was in your shoes They'd probably be too tight And if I was your record player I'd probably play too quiet And if I was your front porch swing I'd probably swing too high With a crochet blanket wrapped up tight around you thinking Nobody needs a record player That's why you buy them second hand We've been around the blocks and all the charity shops Then I found you there, and now, I understand You're my beautiful girl You're my beautiful girl Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yes Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh And If I was an eight-ball I'd give you bad advice Your lava lamp and yucca plant I love you more than is right Nobody needs a record player But to make our house a home Your beauty's in the snaps, the crackles, and the pops And you've spoiled my chance for me to dance alone Yeah, you've spoiled my chance for me to dance alone With my beautiful girl With my beautiful girl Yeah, you're my beautiful girl You're my beautiful girl Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yep