Beautiful south歌词
添加日期：2010-03-04 时长：04分40秒 歌手：Little Things That K
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lyrics and chords of: Song For Whoever by The Beautiful South
I Love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
I love you in the songs, I write and sing
I 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
down down 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
I forget your name (I forget you name)
Jennifer, Allison, Philippa Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name (I forget you 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
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Allison, Philippa Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you
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
for u I wrote this song for you
So let me talk about Mary, a sad story
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
So let me talk about Mary, a sad story
Turned her grief into glory
Late at night, by the typewriter light
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 编辑于2010/03/04更新
lyrics and chords of: Song For Whoever by The Beautiful South
I Love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
I love you in the songs, I write and sing
I 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
down down 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
I forget your name (I forget you name)
Jennifer, Allison, Philippa Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name (I forget you 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
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Allison, Philippa Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you
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
for u I wrote this song for you
So let me talk about Mary, a sad story
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
So let me talk about Mary, a sad story
Turned her grief into glory
Late at night, by the typewriter light
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 编辑于2010/03/04更新
