Beautiful Girl

If I was in your shoes
They'd probably be too tight
And if I was your record player
I'd probably play too quiet
And if I was your front porch swing
I'd probably swing too high
With a crochet blanket wrapped up tight around you thinking

Nobody needs a record player
That's why you buy them second hand
We've been around the blocks and all the charity shops
Then I found you there, and now, I understand

You're my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yes
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh

And If I was an eight-ball
I'd give you bad advice
Your lava lamp and yucca plant
I love you more than is right

Nobody needs a record player
But to make our house a home
Your beauty's in the snaps, the crackles, and the pops
And you've spoiled my chance for me to dance alone
Yeah, you've spoiled my chance for me to dance alone

With my beautiful girl
With my beautiful girl
Yeah, you're my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yep



Credits
Writer(s): Iain Archer, Andrew White, Nicholas Baines, Charles Wilson, Vijay Mistry, James Rix
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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