Song for Whoever

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dave Hemingway, Paul Heaton] I love you from the bottom of my pencil case I love you in the songs I write and sing Love you because (Love you) You put me in my rightful place (Love you) (Ah, ah, ah) And I love the PRS cheques that you bring [Pre-Chorus 1: Hemingway] 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 Down, down Down [Chorus 1: Hemingway] Oh Shirley, oh Deborah Oh Julie, oh Jane Wrote so many songs about you I forget your name (I forget your name) [Post-Chorus 1: Hemingway, Heaton] Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue Deborah, Annabel, too (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue Deborah, Annabel, too (I forget your name) [Verse 2: Hemingway, Heaton] I love you from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me why I love to write about (Love you) Each wrinkle on your face (Love you) (Ah ah ah) And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry [Pre-Chorus 2: Hemingway & Heaton] Deep, so deep The number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep So cry, lovey, cry Cry, cry Cry [Chorus 2: Hemingway] 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) [Post-Chorus 2: Hemingway, Heaton] Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue Deborah, Annabel, too (I wrote this song for you) Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue Deborah, Annabel, too (For you) [Ad-lib] [Chorus 2: Hemingway] 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) [Post-Chorus 3: Heaton, Hemingway] Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue (For you) Deborah, Annabel, too (I wrote this song for you) Jennifer, Alison, Philippa, Sue (For you) Deborah, Annabel, too (For you) [Bridge: Hemingway] For you, for you For you For you, for you I wrote this song for you [Refrain 1: Heaton] So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night, in the typewriter light Ripped his ribbon to shreds Late at night, in the typewriter light She ripped his ribbon to shreds [Refrain 2: Heaton, Hemingway] So let me talk about Mary, a sad story (Oh, Mary) I turned her grief into glory So let me talk about Mary, a sad story (Oh, Julie) I turned her grief into gory Late at night, in the typewriter light (Oh, Cathy) Ripped his ribbon to shreds Late at night, in the typewriter light (Oh, Audrey) She ripped his ribbon to shreds [Refrain 3: Heaton, Hemingway] Oh, let me talk about Mary, a sad, sad, sad story (Oh, Mary) Turned her grief into glory (Oh, Jennifer) Let me talk about Mary, a sad story (Oh, Julie) Turned her grief into glory (Oh, Philippa) Late at night, in the typewriter light (Oh, Cathy) Ripped his ribbon to shreds (Oh, Jennifer) Late at night, in the typewriter light (Oh, Cathy) She ripped his ribbon to shreds (Oh, Alison) [Outro: Hemingway] I wrote this song for you