How do I begin, where do I start?
When did you first scrape the knees of my heart?
You said you would never marry a musician
I said, "That's all right 'cause I ain't good enough to be one."
You dragged this basket case in out of the dark
And I fell for you from the knees of my heart

The Registrar's Office was a bold council gray
I slipped the ring on your finger; it's there to this day
Oakington Avenue, corn flakes and jam
I sprayed your Anglia black, but it still looks like a pram
You got the face of an angel; I felt Cupid's dart
All the way down to the knees of my heart

You love me, you hate me
You move me, you irritate me
When I go over the top, you always drag me back
You fill in all the cracks; I guess opposites attract
And I'm glad of that

Down by the river where the humming birds hum
I bought you a house with a burglar alarm system
You're honest, you're faithful, you're loyal and true
Where would I be if it was not for you?

For always and ever till death do us part
I will love you from the knees of my heart

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Writer(s): Ian Hunter