The Beautiful South - Song for Whoever lyrics

I love you from the bottom of my pencil case I love you in the songsI 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'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 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 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 (I wrote this song for you) 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 (I wrote this song 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 So let me talk about Mary, a sad story, I 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, I turned her grief into glory So let me talk about Mary, a sad story, I 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, sad, sad story, I turned her grief into glory So let me talk about Mary, a sad story, I 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