Song for whoever — Beautiful South

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From: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany

E-mail: [email protected]

Lyrics and chords of: Song For Whoever by The Beautiful South

Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!

Date: 95/10/15

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 the rightful place

And I love the PRS checks, that you bring

Cheap, never cheap

I'll sing the songs 'till you're asleep

When you've gone upstairs I'll 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 you name)

Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, 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 'till my fountain pen runs dry

Deep so deep,

The number one I hope to reap

Depends upon the tears you weap,

So cry lovely cry, cry

Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Philippa, Oh Sue

You made me so much money,

I wrote this song for you

Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Philippa, Oh Sue

You made me so much money,

I wrote this song for you

Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

So let me talk about Mary, a sad story

Turned her grief into glory

So 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

So let me talk about Mary, a sad story

Turned her grief into glory

So 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

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