(Heaton/Rotheray)

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'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 Your Name)

Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, Too

Jennifer, Alison, 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 Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue

You Made Me So Much Money, I Wrote This Song For You

Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, Too

I Wrote This Song For You



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