Song for Whoever Songtext
von The Beautiful South

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 'til 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 ′til my fountain pen runs dry


Deep so deep the number one I hope to reap
Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovely 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

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, for you, 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
Talk about Mary, a sad story
I turned her grief into glory
Late at night, by the typewriter light
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
Talk about Mary, a sad story
Turned her grief into glory
Late at night, by the typewriter light
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
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

(I wrote this song for you)