Song for Whoever

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 'til you're asleep When you've gone upstairs I'll creep And write it all down, down, down, 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, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too (I forget your name) I love you 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 'til my fountain pen runs dry Deep so deep the number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovely cry, cry, cry, cry Oh Cathy, oh Alison, oh Phillipa, oh Sue You made me so much money I wrote this song for you (I wrote this song for you) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too (I wrote this song for you) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too Oh Cathy, oh Alison, oh Phillipa, oh Sue You made me so much money I wrote this song for you (I wrote this song for you) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too (I wrote this song for you) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, 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 I turned her grief into glory Talk about Mary, a sad story I 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 I 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, sad, sad story I 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 She ripped his ribbon to shreds Late at night, by the typewriter light She ripped his ribbon to shreds (I wrote this song for you)