Bob, Veronica and Some Crickets Songtext
von Morton Valence
Bob, Veronica and Some Crickets Songtext
I wake up in the morning
And I comb my hair
When I get on the bus I like to sit upstairs
Think about nothing
I don′t give a damn
I'm your woman, and
You′re my man
We walk down the aisle
Number 17
I won £23 on a fruit machine
I wouldn't say you're lucky
But I know what I am You′re my woman, and
I′m your man
Ahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhh
I am the pillow for to rest your head on
I am the wineglass that you're drinking from
You are the footprint
You are the sand
You′re my woman, and
You're my man
And I comb my hair
When I get on the bus I like to sit upstairs
Think about nothing
I don′t give a damn
I'm your woman, and
You′re my man
We walk down the aisle
Number 17
I won £23 on a fruit machine
I wouldn't say you're lucky
But I know what I am You′re my woman, and
I′m your man
Ahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhh
I am the pillow for to rest your head on
I am the wineglass that you're drinking from
You are the footprint
You are the sand
You′re my woman, and
You're my man
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