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 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
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 it makes
our house a home
Your beauty 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
You're my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl
Yeah
you're my beautiful girl
You're my beautiful girl