Lletres: Ian Hunter. Knees of my Heart.

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 'cos 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 'n' 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 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, 'til death do us part
I will love you from the knees of my heart