Song For Whoever lyrics by The Beautiful South
SONG FOR WHOEVERI 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 my rightful place
And I love the P.R.S. cheques that you bring
Cheap, never cheap, I'll sing you songs 'til you're asleep
And when you're 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, 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 (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, (for you) Deborah, Annabel too
(I wrote this song for you)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, (for you) Deborah, Annabel too (for you)
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, turning her grief into glory
Let me talk about Mary, a sad story, turning her grief into glory
Late at night on the typewriter light, she ripped his ribbon to shreds
Late at night on the typewriter light, she ripped his ribbon to shreds
(Oh Shirley) So let me talk about Mary, a sad story, turning her grief into glory
(Oh Julie) Let me talk about Mary, a sad story, turning her grief into glory
(Oh Cathy) Late at night on the typewriter light, she ripped his ribbon to shreds
(Oh Jacqui) Late at night on the typewriter light, she ripped his ribbon to shreds
(Oh Sharon) So let me talk about Mary
(Oh Deborah) A sad story, turning her grief into glory
(Oh Julie) Let me talk about Mary
(Oh Phillipa) A sad story, turning her grief into glory
(Oh Cathy) Late at night on the typewriter light
(Oh Jennifer) She ripped his ribbon to shreds
(Oh Jacqui) Late at night on the typewriter light
(Oh Alison) She ripped his ribbon to shreds
I wrote this song for you
Words & Music by Heaton/Rotheray 1989
