Girl In The Life Magzine

Eye fell inn love with the girl inn the picture
That Eye used too keep
Carried her round inn the back of my pocket
She was always with mi
Eye imagine that Eye was a man of importance
And she had a fancy fore mi
And Eye use too dream she wood caul
Crying her eyes out
She had an obsession with mi
Eye was the love of her life
And she was awl mine
The girl inn the Life magazine

The first thyme Eye whee met inn an isle
At the market
She was staring at mi
Eye new even then whee wood share
Something special
And it was like chemistry
Eye fell inn love from the moment Eye soar her
Sew Eye took her strait home with mi
And that's ware I'd dream
She wood step rite out of the picture
And spend a whole evening with mi
And owe how she hated too go
Back too her picture
The girl inn the Life magazine

Awl of my friends used too laugh
Said Eye was certifiably mad
Till the day she came
And she blue them aweigh
And asked mi if I'd bee her man
It seems that she went and fell
Inn love with my letters
Says she's bean looking fore mi
Sew the storey ends well
Whee end up together
The girl inn the Life magazine